Oh, to have a corrupt heart, unprincipled and wild,
is what I truly crave–if only for awhile.
To seek not love but pleasure first. To give short shrift to those I hurt.
To lie and cheat without regret, to abandon all self-respect.
Then, my dear, I’d play to win, the twisted game we’re mired in.
When you’d look me in the eye to tell me the clever lie: “I love you!”
I’d smile and sweetly coo: “I love you, too, Boo.”
fabolous..”play to win ” that’s what we do most of our lives and end up losing ..awesome work
you have a fan here
dis one is too good!!
really cool…very rare to see such wit and sarcasm in poetry..here’s one more fan you got !!