Bluff

About any nefarious power construct, be is God-like or in reality.

Picka picka-boo, you jolly thing of the night!
How immeasurable are your laughs
that seem to quench this insatiable echo.  

Drumming into my mind, the marble-tunes
that roll the inexorable humours,
out of which your lips flow.  

Keep that wealthy belly fed, and brimming
with the little smug bells that jingle
and make my hell-heart grow.

Out of the moonlight, He bellows out
promises, as we are, he is to,
an ear to this SHOW!

But then your rosy tots begins to pale, 
and your knees subside in penitence, 
because this you already know:

You have cheated the sad ones,
with your brows and jokes;
it’s time for you to go.  

Author's Note

Anything, anything! Does it capture the disillusionment, perhaps?

Reviews

[Beccy]

Integrity, caring about others, sadly, once one's snout is in the trough, it seems to disappear like chaff in the wind. As for seeking absolution, it's already too late
if you need such a thing.


Beccy.

[Con O'Clast]

There's a great universality to this, the imagery is specific but it's representative of all instances of greed and power. Very well written, very clever.

[Frieda P]

Wow, this is really a good message, put in such a creative manner. Wasn't expecting it to be about injustice when I started reading it, I love that twist. Nice work.

[KeeD]

Wow this is a whole 'nother level of great. I wish I could write this good, I loved the line "Keep that wealthy belly fed, and brimming" Its almost like your calling out the human race, your calling out our flaws, our bluffs. Amazing.

[Rosa Carlyle-Mitchell]

Exactly :) Thank you much!