Two Faces

Double life

Good girl, bad.

Devoted mother, wretched nag.

Selfless wife?

maybe not

Dinner ain't cookin'; fruit full rot.

Servant's heart,

lusterless chrome,

squeaky clean reflection-less throne,

Wandering who?

Christian bum.

Which illusion today is spun?

This poem I composed addresses our innate hypocrisy and our frequent failure to lead a life grounded in values.