The Man in the Iron Mask
prevaricate and overstate
equivocate and exaggerate
fabricate and ostentate
wear a mask and be a fake
double life and double dealing
big black lies will leave them realing
perjury and huge betrayel
Hope i don't end up in gaol
spinning, weaving ,circumvention
falsehood, bad faith, self-deception
disingenous and perfidious
deceiptfulness and meritricious
be dishonest , break the faith
ham it up and simulate
misrepresent and misreport
belt it out until I'm hoarse
perfidy and mendacity
cant and real duplicity
trickery and facade
could it be that I'm going mad ?
dress it up and put it on
never admit that i am wrong
evasion ,cant and gritting teeth
conceal the truth and make believe
economize and trump it up
Hope i don't run out of luck
fraudulence and quackery
cunning, guile , hypocrisy
juggle ,conjure, hocus-pocus
hope their eyes are out of focus
elusive , delusive and collusive
engage in lots of dodgy ruses
fiddle, diddle, swizzle sell
my lifes become a bloody hell
coin it ,forge it, tongue and cheek it
weave and hatch and hope i sneak it
invent, concoct ,fake and cheat
see and saw and cold and heat
duck and dive and dodge and deal
I wonder how her bum would feel ?
maybe i can just brass neck it
even if it means i wreck it
Oh what a tangled web they weave
when leaders start to bloody deceive !
Peter Burton
Radical Poems, Songs ,Satire ,Links ,debate. Please comment on Poems and suggest links etc.To suggest Poems,poets, sites etc email: radicalrraps64@hotmail.co.uk No Postmodern absentee Poetry here please. Access all my Poems here:http://www.scribd.com/doc/91518531/Poetry-for-Book-April-2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
A collection of some of my writing over the years The Document (Photography) https://www.workersliberty.org/story/2017-07-26/document The ...
-
Jealousy I put out my hand and plucked a rose, A red satin rose with a velvet scent, And chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms, Knowing ...
-
February Afternoon By Edward Thomas Men heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with whit...
No comments:
Post a Comment