Queen of Propriety
The Queen of Propriety
Entered new terrain
Scanned the crowds amassed there
With horrified disdain.
'Is this how you act?' She asked in regal tone
'Have you no sense or shame, or dignity all your own?!?!'
'I have but one rule', said she
The one who spoke so frigidly,
'Treat me as you would want to yourself be treated
For you see, to cross that line, is to be defeated.
Standards, regimens, values aloft
Some lines, never bend, nor do they EVER get crossed.
You fly a flag of fanfare, devotion
But your actions are devoid, of a basic emotion
Without respect there is no trust
Just agenda, a personal lust
There is no love, or appreciation true
Just making an impression on me... for YOU.
You needn't be a King or Queen, royalty yours by vein
Just decent, honest....and seek nothing to be gained
Desperation reeks in stench of ego laden fear
Guises, masks, clever words... it is still crystal clear
SO', - said she adorned by prickly crown,
'you shameful users, who litter this lovely town
Watch your agenda, your honesty, your truth and of course your lies
Or else, I will take my leave.... in the silence of true good byes.'
©2015 Nadia Romanov