Yesterday’s MuseA Poem by NevilleTaken from Echoes Don't Tell Lies available via Amazon .. monies to Brain Tumour & Breast Cancer charities .. thank you for looking 🤍She hides and so well behind a makeshift façade of feigned innocence, hippy chick tie dyed
tops and her collection
of old torn Victorian lace .. She lives in
some kind of smoke free, and sterile
world of gold gilded
fantasies
.. Yet she sucks on Marlboro lights and tells lies
.. The kind that only a spoilt child
or psychopath might tell on a bad hair
day .. She cries a
lot too at the drop of
a hat .. She still goes
to church on Sundays
tho’ .. Between giving head,
that is and making bread, that is for old
ladies .. Which just about sums up yesterdays muse and so
perfectly .. © 2024 Neville |
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Added on August 13, 2023 Last Updated on August 23, 2024 |
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