Mortal Morsels or The Bitter Bite
Dollops of puerile dalliance
Soon topple by life’s deceit.
They stew until decrepit,
Oblivious to the bleak,
Transient tastes Destruction
Spoons upon the weak.
Sophic scents scintillate
Souls searing in their innocence
Sizzling inside the casserole-
A cumbrous coffin of creation
Where the Joy of Life
Is vaporized and forgotten.
Poetry by melanie sue
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Written on 2013-12-22 at 18:57
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