Metaphors

Metaphors haste to mask the truth a kinder face
and hope, persuasive bitch-ghost that spoon fools alone sheets;
teaches torment to the young and begs their hearts to race.

Poets with their rhymes will make a pretty case,
but children, do not trust sainted Shakespeare or Keats!
Metaphors haste to mask the truth a kinder face.

Lovers in their flesh act, obey the laws of their skins taste,
but morning separate movement comes not so neat -
teaching torment to the young, and begging their hearts to race.

Even men with eyes of smiles are not so chaste;
When they speak too well, oh do retreat!
Metaphors haste to mask the truth a kinder face!

So heed this warning if you believe his bed a thing if grace,
or admire too much his head, that crafty clever feat;
it teaches torment to the young and begs the heart to race!

The prosaic man man the beauty of the world erases,
but his honest words are plain, if not so sweet;
metaphors haste to mask the truth a kinder face;
teaching torment to the young, and begging their hearts to race.

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