In mock amuse I lay averting injury
In pretense to dominant numbers in cahoots
Frozen with disappointment’s tumor in my throat
Perfection is therapy, turn dreams to responsibilities
Living a chore compared and contested.
Stealing fools incentives, ignorant and sick in extremity
To this soul’s abhorrence shred
The essence of a messy personality
Goodness! Imposed is punishment.

Mississauga blinks in starry brilliance
Crowds of clouds run determined
Through its sky bared of substance
They fell in irony, grim and abused.
Sore muscles and tired dexterity
Limit the vastness that holds passions clarity.

Winter thaws in shades of splendor
I see harveys faces
I carry life within me, yet fall prey
To this trademark’s weakness
Alas! Daughter! You work too hard
In ease wives waste their time away
Heart with belly knots to this sigh’s regret
There once was compassion the world dominated.

I am hypocrisy I spit at!
I eat gossip off of your best friends shoulder.
Should your intelligence need polishing
Weave the naïve in, your pacifier
From the riverbank.

---Salma