Don’t
go to the king’s house
despite your cravings
Sure
There are no mouses
or spiders
You will be bitten
by reminders
of opulence
and splendor
A finger on the wall
will speak
asking what you have done
with the hands
that you were dealt
whilst the butlers come serving
some balms for your scalds
But have no remedies
for the scars
of memories
you can’t shake off
The perennial pain
you nurture alone
Now
you can shake
the hands of time
as well as
those of the escorts
It is
only
the hands of
the green-eyed monster
that’s glued
to the creases
on your palms
Your palm never lies
No
The flexions of a king
never lies
a k o s i l e 
Lovely words so well composed.
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Well written!
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This is surely a profound work of artistry. 👌
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You nailed this one. Great consistent metaphor and clever depiction of the greed that lingers along with the envy.
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Powerful. Love the reference to Balshazzar’s feast.
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Nice… Great word composure
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Wishing you a Happy Thanksgiving, Gbolabo! ❤
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Wishing you a very Merry Christmas, Gbolabo! May God bless you in the coming year. ❤
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Anna, Merry Christmas to you. Have a wonderful 2020. Love and Blessing!
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