CAMELOT FANTASIES

Ply me with words
Your voice trying to maintain a melodic sound
Yet that forced calm is cracking
Your eyes don’t match I’ve found
Lies spill from your mouth
From moment to moment
Smashed to the ground
Then she calls to make your case
Infringing on this business that’s a chess game
Fearing the wrath the phone is replaced by email
It’s been weeks to months
Your movement renders you a snail
You siphoned hundreds of thousands
Under the guise of caring
Your attention and attitude at this point appears daring
It’s all but a lie
Forcing an unwanted hug
To complete a business deal
As useless as your handshake
Game of life
Life’s what you make it

~Divine