Your envy simmers

Boiled hot to torrid foam

Your crown is cheap

Just painted plastic;

Sharply pained inclusions,

Cracked and fragile-

Mere illusion.

Sallow weakness

Petty meanness.

A trash bag floating

Carried by storms,

Dry and turgid

And never give warmth.

Cold and bloated,

A lamb ragged shorn.

Filled with things you lack,

Weathered and worn-

Displayed with pride

All in the first act.

Coarse and empty,

Crawling pitch black

Starless sable

Festered gables.

Words repeated

Again and again,

Earnestly racing

Never to win.


Author: moonmaenad

Unskilled Navigator of this ocean we call life..somebody throw me a lifejacket STAT…or a clever and friendly dolphin

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