a high flown conversation
the snorts and snarls
thick sneer ringing
menacingly
it’s a strange world
suffocating coziness
money and materials
flaunting a new royalty
treat me as a measure of wine
gloomy sky dripping on
the carved stone figures
along the parapets
of old dark grey church
a sweet voice bird
twitter few sleepy notes
hard and mordant
downcast solitary mind
vanity and escalating
pride folly selfishness
and so even you have
known me since long
still leave me in shambles
no qualms for
other peoples feeling
no scruples no conscience
no dearth of pleasing
have it tender
silky and juicy
at any cost
for self-interest
scoffing at every suggestion of mine
in spreading mural of insensitivity
for a lost forgotten soul
what bitter means there can be?
