The Fool
Oh, painted brows…
High up they shouldn’t be.
Thy Painted Smiles…
Up Curved and quivering they should be.
Hot Tears flowed down like a stream,
Smudged the pink cheeks of a fool.
Silver platter holds a heart,
Trust in crimson fills the ends.
Failed it has to melt your gaze.
Cool as marble, hard it is.
The pound of flesh is not enough?
Sip a glass of life to quench your thirst.
Spin a web you always do,
Shines in light it never fails.
Sleep a fool’s bed made of thorns,
Feed on deceit I still am.
The giving fool that’s my name,
As Timon from
Humbly written by;
JT. Teh.