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Alfredo Ron
Poems
Sep 2018
Chameleon
I fit just fine and mix it up,
blend in with anyone
don't need a name, my age is old,
I've been around some
I'm capable of joy and mirth
to you what is it worth?
I tend to laugh when others do,
a countenance well-rehearsed
I turn puke-green when sickness strikes
and yellow in the sun
ashen grey when death arrives
I'm a chameleon
People share their grief for fun
and shed tears for relief
offer up condolences
the process isn't brief
Me, I'm always in a hurry
to exit these scenes
I would apologize if they
were not so deserving
Scaly hide and shifty-eyed
I'm nervous when alone
I like it when there's folks around
who's hearts I make my own
I cannot touch the ones that love
and trust providence still,
I make most men to lose their minds
and act upon my will
I roam the whole world to and fro
and won't stop 'til I'm done
devouring the empty souls
of harlots and their sons
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Alfredo Ron
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