Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2020
What tears and laughter might be brought
Were that which one suspects as truth
Should be laid bare for all to see
The aftermath of all one's wrought
On display, so vulgarly
Intentions once kept secretly
Hidden from one's own mind's eye
Now revealed through revelry
Made clear in Bacchian apery!
Written by
Nomen  38/M/Jerusalem
(38/M/Jerusalem)   
89
   Marsha Singh
Please log in to view and add comments on poems