ExPosed

From a dappled sunset
To their quicksand of Dawn
Ugly souls tiptoe in clearview
Via their destinations of wrong;
Clever little sociopaths of a feather
Who are unable to feel shame
Spend hours planning their next move
In their money-stealing Con Game;
Un-covered by: 'The Light'
The list-it has grown
Their hidden energies-now unhidden
Exposed-bare to their bone;

* It is one step forward and three steps back
Loose lips sink ships and that is a Fact!

Dedicated To: Betty aka i know who
and all of the rest of you.

Bad omen for this year
I can promise you this
Have most all of your real names
Filed away and sealed with a kiss.

poem by Theodora Onken
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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