Thursday, June 30, 2011

Domesticated Lies

Actors in a play
Puppets on string
What common element do they all bring?

Pre-orchestrated movement
false roles, hidden meanings
Yet wrongly, painfully done and hell bent

No happy facades
No laugh bringing jokes
screaming and yelling, heads on a spoke

On a great wheel of anger
Deceit, and wrath
Clawing your way, though our homely domestic path

Why would it be, a woman of age
Wisdom and knowledge
Would fly into such a blinding rage

When a boy of merely
four years less then a score
Can behave without acting so sore?


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