Masquerade and Escapades
What becomes of you my sweet
no more to,
white minstrel shows,
mad hatter dates,
escapades of middle of the road…friendly foes.
Mother’s little dysfunctional helper.
I ask again, what becomes of you my darling,
What becomes you my friend.
Nothing but knock off diamonds on the floor.
A salt and pepper princess looking to make sense
of a straight-jacket world.
Daddy’s baby girl…no more shucking oysters for pearls.
It would seem a place-mat of sour grapes lay discarded on the floor,
and, the runt of the litter…abandoned at the front door.
I ask again,
what becomes of you my friend.
You are not what you once seemed.
What becomes you my friend
It would appear,
thin dimes and a poetic pauper’s dream.