Hornpipes

Wealthy I am! Can wager on vices
Eager they’re too to take me zenith
Avarice-whisky, anger-cigarettes and
Lust-harlots lined up to keep me afloat
Through pseudo-pleasures of life
Hornpipes somewhere inside hoot cautions
“Yards nigh you’re to Judgment day”

poem by Sathya Narayana
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!