Professional[Monorhyme Poem]

It's all ideal.
You need others to tell you what's right. How to feel.
Now you think this 'happiness' is all real.
There's so more the world has to reveal.

You cake on makeup by the pound to congeal,
The hot flowing tears that came after your last meal.
You had to get rid of the weight, the 'ugliness' you had to conceal.
Took the good qualities of your shell, and began to peel.

You did this at first because he said, he'll
You did this second because she said, she'll
You did this third because the crowd said, we'll
Who will offer you true happiness? Who truly makes out in this deal?

With red stained lips and a bruised indentity of 'appeal'.
You flow with the muisc, in this shady room. How surreal.
This dark picture painted when sin took the wheel.
Now your greedy and your jealous, with zeal of steel.

What an ordeal..

By: ©William J Dorsey Jr. (Copyright) November 8, 2013