Moody Two
Presentation of the polish, of the scholar, tied
and suited, hair streak rooted
ready for your public
But in private, hardly civil, flaming peril,
always sterile
can't compare the outside with the in
When the two sides meet each other
will they recognize one another?
Will they find a truthful mirror
to scan through the hypocrisy?
Always patient, but naive not
obvious you love to get caught
Travesty of selfishness sought
Moody, split in two.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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