Desserts Anyone?
Alarms fire back...
Splat!
Landing square in your face;
While nightingales sing dirges-
Of never to be...
Aghost long tucked away...
Reappears again
Pointing guilty fingers
Towards YOU;
You so arrogant and sure
Are ruffled;
Your feathers are everywhere;
Taken by surprise
Were your decitful eyes...
While wearing a mask to cover your lies...
Exposed now in the worlds light--
Too brillant and much too bright--
Adenaline prepares you to fight---
Rebounding evil back to you...
A boomerang of 'just desserts'
Come right on through--
Its a backfire you cannnot undo;
For My: Golden Rule
June 13,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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