Deadly
Tell me
of the howling of winds
That
blow the bleakest black
Whisper
of your darkest sins
God
and I will hear of your slack
Whisper
to me of cleverness
Of great
deeds, of battles foretold
Don’t
try to make it seem less
Clever
or brave or bold
Remind
me of your virility
Of
women, of wine, of song
Don’t
bother with humility
Tragic
tales are often too long
Shout
of your numerous possessions
Of
which you only want more
These
are private confessions
Not
added to legend of lore
Adding
substance to the world though
Would
require much effort, a coup
Forgive
the truly low blow
But
that seems too much effort for you
The
world must seem like an oyster
One
that you wish to eat
You
feel as though you’ve been cloistered
And lacking
of anything sweet
Forgive
my troubled verses
I see
the ire in your eyes
Little
effect have your curses
The truth
will outweigh the lies.
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