Discreetly In Secret Sleaze
Never satisfied they are,
With the dragging of themselves...
Down into the murkiest of dirt.
No.
They want the company of family.
And other innocent people,
They then call friends!
To back them up with support,
To show a confidence in them.
But while doing their misdeeds,
Discreetly in secret sleaze...
Never did they think they would get caught,
With a doing as they please...
To pleasure their own selfish needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Submitted by Poetry Lover
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