The sky is stormy black, <br />Even scavenger birds <br />Are too disoriented to attack <br />On a day void of perceptible light. <br /> <br />My mind is crashing <br />Like a virus-infected computer <br />Impossible to reboot. <br /> <br />I’m not one to argue or dispute <br />What any woman would impute, <br />I take you solemnly at your word, <br />You never loved me. <br /> <br />The afternoons of tea, <br />The musicals and matinees, <br />The holding hands <br />During summer parades <br />Was all a charade. <br /> <br />And mockery is high art <br />That the naïve never learn to make, <br />But must always pay <br />The highest commission to receive.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mockery-is-high-art/
