OUR MASTERS
The table is laid with delectable treats,
awakening desires that love their feasts,
behind every temptation a master lurks,
drawing us closer with tricks and perks.
Blindly we follow as we lick our lips,
totally ignorant of the scale that tips,
before we know it we're caught in a web,
we don't even know the master to dread.
Through our choices we hand ourselves over,
then cry when we land in crimson and clover,
but nobody told us, we really didn't know,
but that doesn't change the ebb and flow.
Monica Maartens ©Copyright
26 August 2018
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