Casey—Of a Modern Family
Danced you did hearty, shallow lot,
Your days now gone until you’re old.
Then do tell what have you, what?
A patch of cloth, another lie told,
Joyless time alone, in one heart,
You gave her little—only a start.
Now you say you’ll use your mind,
But your years now merely fool’s bind.
It is now you churlish *advertiser censored*, you couldn’t find,
Even the new heart, blessed gift for to be kind.
Killed the baby in a wasted, shallow scheme,
Hurt all, killed a love, a mother’s dream.
You love to talk and talk, others woe,
But your life is merely one worst sin.
You love to watch where others go,
Yet you’ve been there too, a has-been.
Danced on party girl, took the men,
Most were like you ten times ten.
Know no peace now, no true joy,
For they thought of you but a toy.
Don’t look to us to save your dream.
Every man, every woman must be,
Not wrapped in an evil scheme,
But true, solid, loving and free,
Of the awfulness mankind can know.
Instead it’s the rest of us to know love,
Not the lies, the vomit that is your show.
Your poem is disturbingly beautiful, Andy H. Gives me the chills. The cadence is oddly familiar...can't really place it. Thanks for sharing.