SWANK

by Nevada Kerr


A stiff pricking punster
Unscrupulous and prompt
Crushed my fragile ego
With his pageantry and pomp

Punctilious and gay
And bristling with blame
Such an empty display
But splendid all the same

My ironclad veneer
A star's career turned bitter
Became a crumbling shell
Of flatulence and glitter

Deflated and undressed
I felt a bit depressed
Like a fist without an arm
Desperate to cause harm

Like an old filthy rag
I wear this bloody heart
But I'm not a punching bag
For every wounded tart


Written by © Raven Drake
January 03, 2007.

Created: January 2007 © Paul Kinder

Last Updated: 11/1/07