Threshold
Threshold
Weary of being yanked and slapped
From pillar to post
From pillory between judgement
Dragged between moral and conceit
How the bated bear on its chain
Dances
Tossed piggy in the middle
Games for some higher power
Just so they can enjoy their meal
Salted and peppered on my soul
A tasty
Dainty
Of a
Morsel
Stand between
Lucifer and Jehovah
While they play on these puppet strings
Jerk me this way
Pull me that
And toy like children
The bitches both
Deprive me
How the bated bear on its chain
Dances
A little quick step fox trot
Of doubt and torment
Of love and happiness
Of faith and lies
Through an individual life
To appease a jealous little point
Made between Devils and Gods
I stand on the threshold
And turn my back
On them both
My own father
Proof of their sick little joke
How the bated bear dances
On its chain
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2009
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