'Moil'

'Moil'

A Poem by Beatrice Mars

You toil and moil

'Hard' through the

Day,

But are overall foiled

By a dammed young

Child who could do

Your job far better.

 

With the wide eyed innocence

Of a child I'm slowly losing,

I can honestly say I know

How better to manipulate,

Or

At least,

I am not taken

In by your feeble

Attempts.

 

So you toil and moil

Your way through the day.

But you are with out the

Trials and tribulations

Of a dammed young

Child

Who's losing all innocence.

A child locked deep inside

Who you

Would

Could not help.

 

Your iron curtain is down,

Your true self revealed;

A fat old man acting like a teenager,

Doing a job that a child could do

Far better than you. 

© 2010 Beatrice Mars


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EMP
aw dammmn, yours is so much betterrrr, this is amazing i really love this. the imagery is absolutely brilliant! "With the wide eyed innocence, of a child I'm slowly losing", "a dammed young child who's losing all innocence. A child locked deep inside" "Your iron curtain is down"

ooft i love this.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Beatrice Mars
Beatrice Mars

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I'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..

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