A Wolf In Sheeps Clothing. Poem by Joseph Vitek

I am called a shallow man
With a cynical heart
And a wondering hand

A masked charade
Fitted with synthetic truth,
A deceitful tirade
From a heartbreaking tooth.

I am called a despicable guy
Completely void of a soul
And a wondering eye.

a beautiful prequel
deserving a round of applause,
then a terrible sequel
such a wonderful fraud.

I am called all this before I meet her,
But as far as the next one goes
I have yet to become a… cheater.



-JoeV-