Drenched

What a charade
is this feigning flesh
a pretense of the past
so deceptively deceived
are these memories.

Is what they’re looking for
what they’ll find
or a debased travesty
known within the mind –
of a brazen tasteless life
just a pantomime of words
left filmed upon the tongue.

What a charade
is this feigning flesh
a multitude of frauds
which leaves.....
the rest of us –
drenched.