Original Poems

A Moiety of Mind

I have a moiety of mind
To leave the foetid past behind;
And drink Massandra by the sea,
A nelipot in rhapsody.

For constant stress leaves me purblind,
Mendacity I daily find,
And rue the wretched panoply
Of human bellicosity.

2 thoughts on “A Moiety of Mind

  1. Delightful, witty (read: verbose)
    Your vocab here is grandiose –
    and yet ’tis a refreshing dose…

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