deceit

deceit

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

the world crawls

with defrauders

who see no problem

in hiding information

whenever

it furthers their positions

and one has to

wonder

if within their psyches

and cores

the rot

is eating away slowly

or whether there

is nothing but

unfinished work  

© 2016 SkinlessFrank


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

Unfinished work, absolutely! Same as it was, same as it always will be until the human stain is finally eradicated.

Beccy.

Posted 9 Years Ago


~ ohhhhhhh... will we ever know...? ~ but the way you pose the question is incredibly insightful... i am wondering if, for some, honesty deteriorates and turns into deception... or if the dishonest just never live life by always being locked up in some borderline insane version of insecurity which makes them perpetually (and irretrievably) paranoid... or if they simply cannot tolerate the progress of someone brilliant in their vicinity and must create obstacles...

Posted 9 Years Ago



Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

81 Views
2 Reviews
Rating
Shelved in 1 Library
Added on September 11, 2016
Last Updated on September 11, 2016

Author

SkinlessFrank
SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada