Oh, My Faces and Image of Mine
Oh, my faces and image of mine,
They aren’t having some likeness of yours
I’m not prince I’m not master of mine
with the oil or gold, it’s not loss.
I won’t freeze on the pictures of glance
in editions of fashion and vogue
Royal parties won’t take off the suns
from my cheeks after their idle talk.
I’m the same as I was in the past
And the crows fly above my poor head
I don’t need their falsehood, I’m guest
in this show, save your crown for next lad.
Copyright © Serge Lyrewing | Year Posted 2016
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