Corporate Caecilian

A thin veneer of mascara and make-up
float atop a seething cesspool of judgment.
Resentment turns rancid as
overcompensation projects blame in an acidic spray
burning every pathway to redemption.



No comments:

National Poetry Month - April 5, 2020

Today's color: White (Commentary below poem...) For those who do not know me, I was born with a cleft lip and palate in 1969. I w...