Turn the Page
Mona Lisa half smile grin
poses lifetimes of too few
pots to piss in
Still we mingle mangle mutter and mirror our Stalwart egos
so as not to comply with false looks of bliss.
Ignorant gossip useless praise spark drone conversations of
putrid malaise. Let us try to live open book lives--writing
chapters of truth, paragraphs of love, flowing sentences of
compassion with periods of long lasting empathy.
Turn the page.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
