Grain Fed Charm Poem by jodde taylor

Filling her with
grain fed charm,
caviar, of the finest, grade
schooling in tanks,
raised with viper sharks
waters, depths,
came with cruel scars.

A barons, riches
a secret delight,
every smile, a fatal bite!
so tipsy, yet so mild
a bleeding wound!
finding, plenty of dying room.

A ceasing triumph!
a lighted hour
upon a path, of thorns
each, ere of envy scorned.

Black, the colour
of a day,
illusions, no wasted time
handsome, moments
gazed, from flourished fields
a dragons den,
pinched, with needless.

Flying,
an arrogant sky
sweet drops of shine,
ending, without care
penny-less amusements
of despair.

Charm! charm! awaits
lying in thunder
where carriages,
clip! clop! across, pebble lanes
no-one ever gets to go home
while another, crop of grain, is sown.

Midnight shadows strike!
we are starving,
the party groans! ..
Charm! charm! .
bring more bread,
the angels, have all flown away! ...