Mask

by Dennis Pickring - Sagittarius

© 9/25/2001 Dennis L Pickering

Of what is a mask made?
Or is it just a trade?
Or an obscuration
For the whole duration

Masks are but attitudes
Upon the latitudes
Of all that you desire
When you play on your lyre.

To get what you possess
Though it may bring duress
For you and or me I guess
It can be such a mess
A mask is such a mess

That you have in your life.
It does/will cut like a knife.
Masks do cut like a knife.
Others in your world
Who you wish to unfurl

A despot may wear one.
But it’s hid by the gun
That he does yet possess
And uses to caress.

Attitudes that you boast
That can restrict the most
Your desires for fortune
That you take from the goon.

The hoodlum thinks he’s boss
But is only of dross.
That you have conspired to
Put with the other shoe.

The one that you discard
As if it were a shard
That you no longer guard
And put in the junkyard

And Or Of the pair you wear proud.
Blithely walk to the cloud.
On your trek to success
Don’t want to make a mess.

With the mask you have worn
Attitudes you have borne
Which are forever shorn
From your toe, like a corn

That causes discomfort
In the specific port
That you have anchored in 
On your way to the win

The ship you ride upon
That takes you to the dawn
Of the new beginning
That you have strove winning

From those who constrained you
And wanted you to do
Whatever they did ask
And put you on a task.

One in which you won’t bask.
Again, it is their task.
That they have chose for you
And expect you to do.

Everything they desire.
Watch out!  Stay out of mire.
Which will infect your mask
When you get on their task.

That they desire you do.
They care not if you’re blue.
Want not to pay your dues
That only gives them blues.

Isn’t the task forlorn?
That you have chose to birth.
Upon this mother earth
Within its mighty girth

Masks are unsightly things
Often they will cause dings
In all that you possess
In this life of duress

This one you’ve gathered up
Undergo by your sup
As goodly people will
And not become a shill.

Reason for writing:

    I write poems    

Birth sign: Sagittarius
Date created: 2001-10-01 00:35:46
Last updated: 2021-04-14 17:18:14
Poem ID: 65237

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