5. the disillusion factory company

5. the disillusion factory company

A Chapter by Jordan Williams

compare thee to a summer's day

that warms my fraying heart

compare thee in a hundred ways

but i'm just playing the part

of a shakespeare with a lover's phrase

mastering and betraying the art

 

a dishonest sonnet that engenders a sigh

sad truths would have you name me a sender of lies

 

you hear what you want to hear, and you want to hear what i said to you

don't bite the hand that feeds you, even if it's lies it fed to you

 

declare thee as a sun-dripped ray

that brightens away my dark

declare thee as a wondrous may

to my december grey heart

thought free as an encumbered prey

clipped wings that display my mark

 

odes of what loads of that show i hung your moon

had you sad truths, you would have shunned, not swooned

 

you see what you want to see, and you want to see what i show you

absorbed by the performance that transformed you with no clue

 

i saw you with your stunner's grace

my target, so i aimed my dart

i saw you from my runner's pace

but you walked, delayed from the start

steps ahead, i swiftly won your place

first to fool and wise to stay afar

 

an invalid ballad, your smiles slightly naive

had you sad truths, then you just might leave

 

you believe what you want to, and you believe my stories

of tall tales told of broken molds that unfold your glory

 

i ghostwrite those trite words that left you swindled

practiced, i had this with an effort so gentle

 

plagiarized, i played your prize, willingly granted

compliance is a science that i easily commanded



© 2016 Jordan Williams


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