fallible irons

“all the pills you claim to take …”

where only fallible irons press,
the clothes will never crease;
and much the pain you’ve caused me shows
no token of surcease

you won’t believe in anyone
who feigns they have no guile:
for all your favorite fantasies
lose shine after the while

as all the pills you claim you take
were taken long ago:
so princes dream of common girls
and you –
you know
it’s so

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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