smooth ruffled feathers
in the form of a villanelle
still not enough to disclose despite
drowning in the black perfectness conquest
going ‘round rounded face and table trite
*
repeatedly showing a sly smile out of spite
the same contradictory words in one sentence egest
still not enough to disclose despite
*
supported by all this modern technology, a wounded wight
her mind lost in vain bequest
going ‘round rounded face and table trite
*
sat around, talked about, no delight
colloquialisms that obfuscate the professed
still not enough to disclose despite
*
then this man came, low-down, his eyes full of blight
pull out all the carefully laid out threads, what a jest
going ‘round rounded face and table trite
*
they both danced in the same team at the campsite
throwing an alien egg out of the nest
still not enough to disclose despite
going ‘round rounded face and table trite
***
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