It soared...floated in the air
The fumes of sham (I smelt) were close:
In eyes irradiating glare
And scorching irony of nose...
In lips…in smile…In ghastly disdain
And pose in claim of lust and lure
And open purse in search of income
And You, she hoped, might bring the cure…
She was a cheat… politest vender…
She served her whims at night to earn…
Then said you were her worst offender
And slit own throat in beastly yearn…
No suicide though , pure amusement
The public 's drowning grief in wine
All world's a stage and me a player..
Perfecting skills of crook divine…
Crook divine
© Copyright: Оксана Соловьева, 2010
Свидетельство о публикации №110051006400
Свидетельство о публикации №110051006400
Рецензии
Thank U:) "Awesomeness" made me smile from ear to ear:)
Оксана Соловьева 19.06.2010 20:55 Заявить о нарушении
Оксана Соловьева 19.06.2010 20:55 Заявить о нарушении
На это произведение написаны 2 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.