sexta-feira, 9 de fevereiro de 2018

Speakeasy

Doing what some may have done,
adressing me for what I am
between a whisper and a hum,
the sly dog strikes once again.

What is it that he so wants
talking about being jealous
in all these little sounds
I must confess are marvellous?

May be giving his best
and showing his colors
as though life was a test
to which he works and bothers.

May be just a proud statement
or the intention to win
back what he feels latent
because of a bottle of gin.

26/01/2018

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