Vice Peddler
I am a spirit dealer Peddler of lush demons and vices Pimp of liquid lovers and addictions... A Hypocrisy Seated quietly on respective shelves They gleam pretty, waiting for... Fat, eager hands to caress them... Desperately "She's on sale this week, you know?" I say Eyes widen and guilt (as cash) exchange quick! They bite and soothe. Destroy and give hope... Momentarily Temporary, reliable companions To the shy, lost and lonely The cool, sharp glass keeps them warm... Tilll the morrow Repeat... Esteban Luis Soto (c) 2011