Sunday 27 April 2014
27th April 2014
Sonnet 137
Black on white pussycat bow, teardropped eyes
Oh my remodelled blouse it's unique, see -
Every eye sports it's tear, bodice of lies
Confected like my public face must be.
Shutters clicking press expose bald looks,
Babez we know you're not here for any ride:
Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Why is your pussycat so tightly tied?
Vanity, all is driven by my vanity's plot
To showcase me in this galleried place;
Ego controlled - I liked to think I'm not
(Wrong! Your heart's desire's an expose'd face).
Should I admit a mother's heart that erred
With her plague - fame - beneath these eyes transferred?
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