| General Poetry posted August 21, 2014 |
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A Sonnet
Double dealing
by kiwisteveh
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A muscled ball of menace, hate and fear, he swaggers sleazy streets as though he owns them. Could it be he does, for now appear his henchmen armed with snarls and mobile phones? Transactions happen, money changes hands - a bitter game of chance where user pays; and there in brazen arrogance he stands, the dealer, lord of all that he surveys. As through a mirror's magic, now we see the monster softened, home with wife and child. He lends a hand with homework, makes the tea - a night before the telly, meek and mild. Across the city streets a new dawn breaks; will it be Hyde or Jekyll who awakes? |
Sonnet Poetry Contest contest entry
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