Life's Masquerade

A Poem by Tom Friel

Curling his lip in
Svengali soft speak
He sampled his prey
So many were weak

Demon of conceit
All eyes in a hold
Planned from the start
You do as you're told

Lost in the shuffle
All cards get laid
Winner takes all
In life's masquerade

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I like the rhyme and the word choice of this piece.
Thank you for sharing.
Love All, Mejasha

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Added on February 13, 2008

Not much to say, an average guy, more or less. more..

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