Children?

Louder in pitch
is the fear in your eyes
(when you look onto my façade)
and
the cowardice of lies
in your stance
as you turn your stale glance...

Look away bitch!

For a storm is brewing
(‘tis on the brink)
and toil ensuing
whilst you make to link;
whilst sitting ‘pon park bench-
mark. ‘Tis simply a cinch.

‘Tis simply a cinch to look away.

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke