Just a Sepulcher

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Those shallow people who try to ride through life on looks or appearances are really empty and dead inside - this is why they are just like a sepulcher.

Submitted: September 24, 2010

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Polish the chrome,
Kick all the tires,
See the scratchless paint work
Try to drive home
You will require
A push ‘cause the engine don’t work.
And it’s just like
Some of the ones
Who follow the rules
But whose hearts are cruel.
 
Gleaming white,
In the desert sun
I painted the edifice well
Pristine building
Flawlessly done
Alas, it’s only a shell.
And deep inside
It reeks of death
Just a whitened sepulcher
Show off for the vultures.
 
I’m not impressed
With your law abiding
You do it all right
But the real you is hiding.
 
So clean, so good, nothing out of place
Your hair is just so, no blemish on your face
You have washed your hands
You’re not implicated
You hide in your house
And you’re carbon-dated.
 
But how innocent are you?
How well have you played the game?
You pride yourself in what you do
And look to polish again your name.
I hate to say, but your mouth’s an open grave.
 
I’m not impressed
With your law abiding
You do it all right
But the real you is hiding.


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