in another life I could appreciate whatever it is you need
in another mindframe I could look the other way
as you covet my family, I am not moved
as you scorn my ability, I am not moved
as you outfit and paint face, I am merely off-put
as you stand near my hearth I am merely guarded
for what is mine is unquestioned, but regard have you none
forked tongue peeks out behind bleached teeth
as you smile, intentions masked, yet obvious
a wretch pure and true, of all things beautiful:
a pauper through and through
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