Burnt Offerings

They took the lies and mixed it with a dosing

Of verbiage, badinage and dirt,

Boiled it up then simmered, prepping table

For a serving of the meal that shouldn’t hurt.

They burnt the pot while raiding through the cupboards,

Contents spoiled, carbon charred by fuel,

Still served it up with flourish, sleight of handling,

Scurried back to scullery, laughed at fools.

Dining on the premise of the promise

Of banquet advertised with cabaret,

Falsehoods, tongue-in-cheek, a token lie then,

Distorted to confuse and cause delay.

Beware the cooks who curry for your favour,

Who season dishes to the taste desired,

Appetising, tempting in description,

Swallowed whole, patrons’ promises expired.

Fire in belly, gurgling with the poison,

Antidotes are found, administered,

Never more believed, proofed in the pudding,

Sweetened bitterness of empty words.

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22 thoughts on “Burnt Offerings”

    1. I’m on midterm break this week. But this didn’t take too long anyway. 🙂 On something of a roll with writing just now – I can’t seem to stop! Hope you had a great weekend, Suzie. You must be due a midterm soon?

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      1. I’m good. Up since the early hours and the house to myself as all the kids are still sound! They must have been needing the break too. Browsing blogs and drinking coffee, stuck a washing on, thinking about what to make for dinner, jotting down words, bliss. 🙂

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      2. I like the big family get-togethers around that time but hate doing ‘C’ shopping and the school gets mental with plays, practices and performances. (And, for the love of god, please don’t let me have to go to any pantos this year! I was overdosed on them last year.)

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  1. Sounds like a wonderful allegory for government. Perhaps I’m being cynical. 😄
    then again, Nov 5th is closing in…. perhaps it’s simply thoughts of old Bonfire nights.
    Great poem.
    Susan

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