Sans disgrace

Sans disgrace

A Poem by Soren

Became a vulture when you wanted an eagle

Had hunger for carrion not fresh meat

Turned thief not regal

Rotten tasted so sweet


Not wearing your crown

I pick old bones, siting, lazy

homeless a flying clown

table manners, stark raving crazy


Both of us with feather

Nature's motherly hand did place

monarch as well as robber together

sans disgrace

© 2024 Soren


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