Though you may be set aglow,
With plenty of things in tow.
At night when no one is near,
Your pillow’s stained with a tear.
You have compromised your soul,
For glitter? A painted bowl?
You have sold those close-by out,
Climbed the ladder with a shout.
Woe, to you who are selfish,
Over time, you look elfish.
You threw some under the bus,
So you could ‘gussy up’, plus,
Hanging with those out to wreck,
Weren’t you thinking? What the heck?
Lynn M. April 13, 2019