Hollow chambers echo
caverns of turpitude.
Illusory promises.
The disaffected?
subdued.
Obviscated twist,
Orchestrated grist,
hedonistic tryst.
If you thirst,
imbibe hope.
If you hunger,
feast on faith.
The meagre
dwindle since forsaken.
Their condition?
Misanthropic,
if not mistaken.
The barefooted,
urged
to draw on
vacant straps,
find satiety
from scraps.
Snake-oiled dreams
to lubricate expectations.
Embellished,
intoxicated,
exasperation.
But
look past
each clever shill
and you'll soon find,
some rotten apple,
pitching
candied rind!
caverns of turpitude.
Illusory promises.
The disaffected?
subdued.
Obviscated twist,
Orchestrated grist,
hedonistic tryst.
If you thirst,
imbibe hope.
If you hunger,
feast on faith.
The meagre
dwindle since forsaken.
Their condition?
Misanthropic,
if not mistaken.
The barefooted,
urged
to draw on
vacant straps,
find satiety
from scraps.
Snake-oiled dreams
to lubricate expectations.
Embellished,
intoxicated,
exasperation.
But
look past
each clever shill
and you'll soon find,
some rotten apple,
pitching
candied rind!
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