Sunday, November 25, 2012

IT IS A POEM (Decadence 2)

The treacherous depth of a pleadingly
Innocent bay,
Swallowing the words of a
Score of men with a single grasp.
Woe unto them? Or be it the
Ridiculing wants of the beggar?
Seeking endless pleasure in a decadent
Sea
Treasury or treachery?
Far beyond the bellows
Of a worthy cause.

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