tundrol

The hypocrite lover

 

Your hair is fine, and sleek, and nicely combed,

Your eyes like stars in heaven's steely blue,

Your lips a promise of sweet kisses loaned

Against security, and so like you,

The usurer applies his interest

Upon the loan, quick double compounding

What now is owed, according to his best

Estimate, fair justice quite confounding.

Yes, your ugliness shines through the prism

Of your acts and deeds, and concertedly

Informs the world in kaleidoscopic

Hues your truth foresworn, your allotropic

Infidelity, shown repeatedly

In sad, convoluted cynicism.

 



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