Only in trust
Can deceit take root
Bear it's fruits,
The conceits
With which man,
His nakedness conceals.
The lackadaisical tongue
Stewing up words
That reflect the egocentiric -
State of mind,
Eccentric,
Lost in the city looms
Spending currencies of pretence
That reveal the neediness
Of his facade -
Indeed,
King in his own world
The real life river
that forgot its source.
Unfulfilled promises,
A few among
The many bridges burnt.
Liable to rust
The flesh is not to trust
And the narcissistic acrobatics
Of a man's mind
The father of all discord.
Fimishola Samuel
12-10-14
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