Tip top are the words he would say,
Ordering all – to win his way;
Didn’t matter in whom he harmed,
Disingenuously he would charm.
Yielding to his outright deception,
Oasis of promise was his invention.
Ulterior motives – his only intention.
Without contrition, he flowered his seeds,
Implanting the heart just like the weed
Narcissistically nurturing his golden scheme.
You Win, We’ll Leave by K. Saitta © 2016, A Walk In Verse
Ordering all – to win his way;
Didn’t matter in whom he harmed,
Disingenuously he would charm.
Yielding to his outright deception,
Oasis of promise was his invention.
Ulterior motives – his only intention.
Without contrition, he flowered his seeds,
Implanting the heart just like the weed
Narcissistically nurturing his golden scheme.
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