Voracity not veracity mendacity groomer
Capacity for pugnacity is not a rumour
Rapacity of the seedy needy consumer
Sagacity no audacity of the baby boomer
Morality calamity stalks like a greedy puma
Tenacity but with no candour or humour
Opacity because their salacity is a tumour
A frill on the fringe
Edging closer to flounce called life,
Not so much for the bounce
Nor cutting it with a knife.
I'd rather sashay through it
Quaffing it in a gulp,
Don't wait for a pulp,
Nor boutonniere of this verse,
Open it like your precious purse,
And then, with it you go,
And then, with it you flow.
An Opus to be made for us
With not much of doubt or any fuss,
Sprinkle salacity that is pure
Cultured and streamed down on us like a cure.
Let it be puissant
As it is in fact short lived,
So sui generis and never retrieved.
Should we call him a man
A demon or a pervert.?
Should we pull out our detectors
For predator alert.
A MAN without sagacity
impaired from his salacity
Creating insanity, a threat to
earth and humanity
Has the audacity,
To pile up children to capacity.
Creating more insanity,
a threat to earth and humanity
Has the audacity to be smiling,
while piling up children.
Baby’s Snatched
From mommy’s arms
crying for their daddy’s.
Children stuffed in crates
All due to hate.
Now in jails filled to
Overcapacity.
What do good people do?
Do we only Watch?
And do nothing
As Salacious
Contaminates thrones
While sitting in
The seat of dignity.
Threatens integrity.
Can we at least Chant;
” God save our Morality”!
Can we at least Chant;
“God save our children”!
...food for thought...
...we all have sinned and most likely will sin again...
...especially in the lust department, even in thought, among others...
...therefore must we be, the...
Disciples of Discipline
Within reflections of forever…
falling thru the nonextant never,
Of the solitudes that sever…
the silences from the suppressor,
For time stands still inside…
as the hammers of the gods hide,
The disciples of discipline abide…
as their latent life is deprived.
Where the wakeful wounds accumulate and begin to magistrate
Like idols, they incarnate within their noxious nocturnal negate
Their hearts turn to stone as the afflicted anguish will dethrone
With their shadow skeletal shown standing insignificantly alone
Where angels do not tread…
and the demons are kept fleshly fed,
And the tears that have bled…
secreted solitudes that have shed,
The deceptive darkness drowns…
the salacity of stillness frowns,
For in the silence of screams sounds…
and the sacrifice surrounds.
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