“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Showing posts with label lie cheat steal poem. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Holey Trinity: Lie, Cheat & Steal
Lately
I have heard
Every word (not said)
Calling your bluff
Hasn't happened (yet)
Each day, more regret
And yet-you continue
To think I don't know
Stolen moments, my
Trust taken for a ride, Dead
Ends
Await a new pure white
Little lie (by immaculate Mary's men).
Image of painting by Georges de La Tour [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. The Cheat with the Ace of Clubs, 1630-1634.
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