SMASHED TO SMITHEREENS

Smashed to smithereens

Blown to little bits

A million shattered dreams

For the loss of the perfect lips

Beauty adorned her

Passion adored her

For forty nights at the Ritz!

Twenty years later

He tried not to hate her

But still he broke out in fits.

She appeared in magazines

Wearing tight-fitting jeans

And drove the poor man out his wits

Madness wrenched his mind from feeling

Turmoil sent his emotions reeling

Reason yelled

Common sense rebelled -

Even though he knew - they were 'quits'.

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THE GRIN

Party Time! Friends, a cheerless invitation

Iced hospitality, duty, obligation

Chit-chat, robot moves, automated greetings

Glass & plate guests, uncomfortable meetings

Golden-lock cascade, marble smooth skin

Dagger-point eyes, kitchen-knife grin

Beauty and pain, lost pleasure's guilt

Invisible wounds with no blood spilt.

Hedonism, "Breakthrough" our Triumphant New Way

Who has the answer, what can one say?

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