Taylored Eyes
Taylored eyes accuse me of regarding
Women as things to use and to choose like
Rats huddled in a cage wanting to read.
They scurry to escape: the raptor waits
And dribbles saliva, not so clever
Thick and ugly, I understand – not good!
Inner light reveals creativity
But not for this monk and his rosary!
Romance – Taylored eyes – be impressed
While he counts his sins, each one with regret.
Is beauty skin deep, the hunchback wonders?
People jeer him anyway, all save one.
The arrogant are fools responding where
It hurts; ignorant of everything real.
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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