The Hypocrite Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Rehearsing…saying your lines
Performing the performance of your life
Convincing with a delivery that combines
The allure of nectar and the thrust of a knife

Having the innate ability to singularly reverse
Now in the moment the atmosphere is conducive
Next, clouds of dust are spiraling into the universe
Magnetic then losing gravity… becoming elusive

In the middle of a sentence…thinking back
Remembering what it was to be innocent and caring
Never having to lie or keep falsehoods on track
Look in the mirror…what attire you are wearing?

9/1/09