Plump cheeks hallow
Like an obese anorexic.
Hallow cheeks plump
Like an anorexic obese.
Who are you?
Money craving blood sucker.
An all you can eat buffet
In exchange for the
Stomach pumping of your soul.
It is paper you hunger.
A scrap of nothing.
At least gold has a shine to it.
Star dust, to heal your cracked hands.
Black gold,
Even better.
The oyster of the sea,
With a perfect gem,
To fix the twist in your head.
Pray the sirens call your name
And draw you close.
Drown the evil inside of you.
What are you?
In the pursuit of material,
I wonder what is your substance?
How can you stand
To live with the glistening eyes of the innocent
As they blink for the last time?
It is behind your mountain heap
That you run and hide,
Abiding your own laws.
Look up ahead.
The shouts of caution
Flashing beams of warning.
Justice will be served.
Were you too blind to see?
It was all written out for you.
They were always willing to give you a helping hand.
Given you would understand,
What road to take.
What a shame,
That glinting glow’s to blame.
Like a moth to a flame,
The light switches
And you awaken
In the ditch of your riches.
© Nicoletta
Anger and wit: a merciless congruence and combo, well done!
First two stanzas brought out my mediocre inner ghetto child and had me all like “Dammmnnnnn”.
Love this one.
Inner ghetto child..cool! Love that 🙂 Thanks for your comment and for stopping by my blog!