THE TRUST YOU STOLE

THE TRUST YOU STOLE

Your lips are dripping scandal, your lies fall in my lap.
Your claims hang looser than the tassels on a stocking cap.
You live with your impurities like rust stains in your blood,
Washed up upon a burnt out sea, a grave disastrous flood.

And you will never graduate, nor get your GED.
You’ll never bend to make a friend with truth or honesty.
And you will never ever live to make my venerable honor roll,
You are cold and distant as the faded trust you stole.

Your life is not the kind of life that I would care to emulate,
Your indiscretions mount and grow, you are always tempting fate.
You’re shrouded in your mystery, ignorant of your history.
Integrity eludes you, you are witty, you are droll,
But your promises are tarnished, like the wilted trust you stole.

In love with self, you raise the bar and set the standard higher,
The truth is raging to get out, it’s spreading like a brush fire.
You have no soul, no decency, no sense of human grace,
A crooked see through veil of smile is etched upon your face.
A victim of strange circumstance, you claim that you have no control,
Yet I am wise to your legion of lies that wash up like the trust you stole.

Are you done with scraping bottom yet, of scavenging the ocean floor,
For remnants of the man you were who is lost forevermore.
Like a white shark swimming in the dark you eat my spirit whole,
And your eyes are hollowed out and vacant, abandoned by the trust you stole.

A high school flunkee lost in his guile, walking the last exhausting mile,
You’ll never live to graduate or get your GED,
You’ll never stay to win the day with pure integrity.
You’ll never be around to make my venerable honor roll,
And your hands are coarse and brutal, tarnished with the trust you stole.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2011
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