What's Right?
Orbs of trust are circling wider
Lenses set, faces in frame
Lips that quiver raw emotion
Fragile hearts cored down to shame.
Seeking s(t)inking satisfaction
Sharks smell blood and move to bite
Popping spotlight adoration
Truths twist round egos delight.
Master of all he gets his hands on
Lady in wait, body besieged
Directed toward the interactions
To boast, from high, heav’nly decree.
Eyes leap like the lemmings mourning
Those they loved who didn’t plunge
Icy cold the shards of anger
Just like that, “Pay Now!” We’ve won.
True, a heartbreak expedition
This fool’s shot is one and done
Path marked not by expectation
But the experience that comes.