SATIN smooth, you seize the seat of
SCOFFers, urge your camp in honied tones to
CRASH and plunder, to mint contempt as money.
SMIRK on; comes the end, soul is forfeit,
and nothing owned.
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Modern-Day Mephistopheles
SATIN-smooth promises that
SCOFF at the possibility of deceit, then
SMIRK as the inevitable
CRASH leaves debris for miles and years.
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The Master
CHOCK full of loopy maxims, my mind erodes.
LOOPY as I am, I still gather groupies.
MAXIMS I offer, the groupies grab them, and my words
ERODE their naïve, untutored, lacking-in-history minds.
Epistemic Erosion
CHOCK full of gems was old Immanuel Kant,
MAXIM of our deeds: what we ourselves would want.
LOOPY that one against moral chicanery
ERODEd faith in our mental machinery.
Terry
CHOCK full of nonsensical aphorisms, adages, and
MAXIMs, Terry drove people crazy with
LOOPY wisdom like “The early bird catches the football” and
“ERODE to nowhere is better than erode to Baltimore.”
Monster Truck
CHOCK the wheels: you remember what happened the last time
hE RODE the monster truck: he went for
MAXIMum speed on that last jump, and the rims have been
LOOPY ever since…
Mangling the languages
You’re a big BOULE, you’re a SHOWY show-off.
I don’t like the TENOR of your manner, and I’d
never ELOPE with you, not even if you shunned your
SHOWY show-offness. Be gentle, you big BOULE.
The bread was good
“ELOPEment might be worth a try,” he said, the
TENOR of his voice seeming hollow-
SHOWY. Rather than scream, she played the fool, and chomped down hard on her sourdough
BOULE.
Elopement
TENOR of the story: first taste of a sourdough
BOULE, ordered in a bakery, was divine.
ELOPE? Yes, the bread decided it–for life holds unexpected treasures!
SHOWY? Yes. Yet, she has not regretted it.
Renew Your Resolve
BEVEL all your rough edges;
RENEW your resolve;
SONAR can detect the depths of denial
and the pact with the Devil that led to
EXILE.