Irony

At our Enemy's door
We entertain strangers

We play the role
of the Good Samaritan

And they shit on us

We drink with our Friends
And they always have to
see us home

displaying signs of pity
as if they didn't
get us stoned

With knowledge of
the tree of knowledge
we keep our distance

and as we search
for nothing beneath
the overgrown grass

we meet upon a
Serpent's sting

Cleopatra



Poetry by Cleopatra
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 16:30

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