Fakesman

Smoke and mirrors
lights…..
camera…..
action…..
put on the false face
painted on smile
clown like grimace.
Peach colored hair
swept up high
cinch up the waist line
so you will not be compared
with your fantasies
elephantine in size
to a whale
who ignores all reality.
Mincing steps.
Hold out your arms
perfect balance gained
by those who act as misguided path
bent under your feet
never allowing you to see the folly
desperation frothing
their eyes give ‘way their fear.
Words pulled
vicious truths
covered with chocolate dung
melting on liver tongue
while most look on in horror
in consternation
brows creased
who the hell are you?
Bully
bluster
coo
blowing kisses
as if that would make you more…..
palatable
charming
oh wow are you vain!
The populace looks onward
eyes numb to the horrors
devalued
morals of times passed
cut to the quick
by a snake oil charmsman.

©Nov. 8/19Sn
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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