You may call me hypocrite
Half of me's a genuflector
Coupled with a lack of wit
Then again I'm good at something
But I dunno what is it
Yet the sunshines on your tattoo
And the floor imparts the sky
Wear your perfume like a balloon
Don't forget you're going to die
Misery we must enjoy it
Give it out like Christmas pud
Suffering gives so much profit
Chew it like a cow chews cud
Then again the wealth of nations
Wallows buried in the mud
Try to fly you'll be distinguished
By your reaching for the sun
May your wings not be extinguished
As you spin and stall and plunge
My existence well what of it
Is it vain and pre decreed
May your maelstrom make you vomit
If you're born to bend your knees
Like the pilot of a comet
With your tailspun in a freeze
Yet the rain falls
Like a mercy
Dripping from a leaden brow
Sunken effigy
Of translucence
Unkempt martyr
Vile and capricious
Mask black perfidy
Of insouciance
Curse your virtue inauspicious
Shadow curtsies
Expeditious.
05/02/18
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