LIES.. It's very Tricky
A deceitful
crafty craft
Too Sucky
ingratiating and obsequious.
Picky is the teller
fussy, faddy and choosy
a picky eater
Pick the MOUTHS Up
The teller
Leaves the EAR Down
The told
And the BRAIN fooled
Living you
Vulnerable and vandalize
Living in absolute
Deceits and fear
LIES... Very bitter
When the TRUTHS
Prevails
Nothing can be
Hidden forever
LIES... It blocks your
Chakra
The consequences
Spiritual!!!
LIES... It brings you
Instant gratification.
be the victor
Physically!!
LIES... Some are illusion
For survival, Being
Told for GOOD reason
And others for
Manipulation just
to Destroy another.
promiscuous pear prunes
saucy strawberry slew
nosing nimble nude
gaunt gasps grew
lanky lust lurches
outruns vying verge
felon fruits featured
pulse flavors punctured
aiding sassy structure
moaning machine's pleasantries
slays saucy stances
faddy fruits fling
tasty taste trained
clutches emotion's crave.
'20:02:26:14:19
I will not write you, poor lady
Because you hide like leaf beady
Caused recently uncomfortable paddy
I'm tired to delve in your world faddy
Logically think - we don't need each other
What is the use of feeling bother?
To meet us for what purpose?
Our communication is a long lifeless corpse
Honestly say - you don't want to communicate
And remove me from Skype without hate
If you offer a meeting, you'll meet my rejection
This is my solid unchanged selection
Even if you say "I'm ready to marry"
I'll throw you away like a savory cherry
On the first day I shall give you a book,
A great book.
In return, do not make this book, my book,
The last,
The greatest,
Or the only book.
Consume as many books as you can;
They will not make you fat.
Don’t be faddy;
This will make you too thin of mind.
If you declare my book,
Or any book,
The last,
The greatest,
Or the only book,
You most definitely need more books.
© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
absentee owner
jeopardizes worship
faddy factory
The people who only eat lettuce
and nibble some nuts from a bowl,
are totally, utterly tiresome;
this ‘smugger-than-thou’ rigmarole.
But me? I am rather old fashioned
and faddy foods don’t pass my lips.
I’ll tell you one thing that I fancy,
a juicy great steak – and some chips.
I like a wee nip of the whisky,
a malt and I beg with no ice;
so will you just make it a double.
I don’t think I’d call it a vice.
I’m partial to wine from the Touraine,
a dry little number will do.
And then I enjoy a good claret,
all ancient and Premier Cru.
Now! Who are these creatures for supper?
Their surnames, I think I have missed.
Dear God! What a dreary young couple.
Shank goodnesh, I’ve got them both pished!
~
For Elliott Bowe's 'Drunken Pen' Competition.
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