Untitled #2 Poem by Victoria Annette Bailey

He’s the one who gives money to the homeless
But drops it to the floor,
Just to see how far he can make
A desperate man crawl.
He’s the faithful husband
Who always wears his band,
Except for when he showers
With dancers from foreign lands.
He’s sucking on chic cigarettes
With the aromatic plume
Inhaling in, real deep
To taste a girls perfume.
He’s the ultimate in masquerade
The deliberate desire,
By day, the honest father
By night; Strip Joint Messiah.