A Flower Growing Pale.
Will you grow a little Faster
said the Rumour to the Lie.
Reek some havoc
and Bombast them
in the Parlours of their Minds.
Set your aims a Lot more Nasty
said the Gossip to a Scandal
Liposuction hot and Flashy,
to Scorch across their Eyes.
Import Beluga Caviar
with threats of Russian Spies.
See each person as a Retard,
said the Banker to the Thief.
Deal only Crooked Cards.
Excel in every Cheat.
Ensure them they are Happy
whilst doling out their Grief.
Let Cunning reach Crescendo
Said Ego unto Pride.
Create Division and Apartheid,
Sowing Seeds of Innuendo.
Comatose all Anger…
by gifting Small Agendas.
Will you Rain a little harder?
Weeped the Flower growing Pale..
I am Wilting in the Desert…
will I ever be the Same?
Kristine Byrne. 8th Jan. 2018
Image from the Ensor Museum. Ostend.