A cerebral void
Calling in to redeem
A conscience on a holiday
Is exactly what we mean
From me and you to the glutinous fray
Dreaming together in charmed charade
Blowing bubbles of bullshit sticky and stark
Ruinous power a toxic hallmark
An analytical void
A heartless mirage
Disguised as a hero
Must avoid the mirror
For me and you will make it through
The ghosts of shame mislaid
To reap the fruit of greeds latitude
Confined in fermenting clay
©Holly A. Parsons 2011

