The Field of Irony

The verdant Field of Irony
Has always got new growth;
For words and actions will diverge
Till neither mirrors both

We set our stake upon a ground
That is no way our own;
And talk about a flag we fly
That isn’t one we’ve flown

We long to join the rich in words,
Where wealth is metaphor;
Down in the Field of Irony
There’s always room for more

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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