gkpoetry

Along you easily glide,
Having earned the title, “Ms Snide.”
In your stocking, a lump of coal,
The mocking, your only goal.
The shine on your shoes, veneer,
A glance in the mirror will make that clear.

Searching for answers? Look in the mirror.
No other thing that shows you clearer.
Beware of meeting a veneered vacuum,
And wondering just who’s the veneerer.