She bobs her vapid head
A twinkle in her eye
Aware that everything she said
Is just another lie
Her conscience is restrained
By total lack of shame
For all the fear she’s feigned
To cling to local fame
The story isn’t new
A tale as old as time
There’s always flunkies who
Enable higher crime.
2 comments:
I really like your work. Nice poem. I'll be back, and I'd like to add your site to my blogroll/sites I follow.
Hi WH, thanks a lot and please feel free to add me and I can add yours to my blog roll, it could use some updating.
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