Story of the Cussed: Poem

Story of the Cussed

Anne Perry...
everyone comes
with something from the past
dark and rotten, crammed within the pages of ink
scandal engraved in the brick wrapped in a stockings
etched forever for the next generation to mock away

The Untouchable Politician...
he steals from  another all the time
and point a finger to another doomed soul
one not capable for a crapload of alibis
so much of an illiterate for  his degree

Eddie Murphy...
how  odd it is to laugh when half you're life was in ruins
drowning your heart in a glass of martini
smiling with damn awkward intoxication
deciding to sober up no more

The Other Woman...
sometimes it felt better to cry yourself to sleep
begging to own what's not yours
only to deal with the reality the next cruel morning
just to see another wreck face of torn conscience at work
now, there are too many of you

Macarthur's Cyrus...
in the cold bars of your heart
chained to death by some self-made fears
you'll never know you were imprisoned in the shitland
'till you break free from a straitjacket

The Anorexic...
and when a shooting star crosses
lighting the vast emptiness
you can't wish too far enough
not because you can't think of something with an acidic spit
but convinced that the local gourmet is decorated of bold fraud lace around the neck

Rose DeWitt Bukater...
old memories are easier to remember
of sharper colors and hue
laying dormant for years now you let it fly
among the scripted secrecy of today you piled above it

Blair Waldorf...
dreams vanish
because you are awake since yesterday
not walking in the posh boulevard of Paris
wearing something as classy as Jimmy Choo
because Fontana del Tritone grants wishes
only when you're in Rome

These are chain of abstract logic, I know
for it happens that long time ago too
when am I still the girl of the world who travels
with a pair of hand me down Manolo
protecting my feet from the same muck we all share
I was there...

Eating crumbs but not leftovers from their plate
washing my hand clean after them

I had been there...