Allegory Of Venus

In the Sun, Charles-Edouard de Beaumont, 1875 Source, The Met Museum, Public Domain

Please listen, stay away

Keep your distance

I’m sick from the wine

And all the games

Your love is a burden

I can’t take it anymore

My eyes are burning

From the cigarette smoke

I’m in the thick of it

You’re out of control

With your serpent heart

You’re hunting my soul

I found myself

At the crossroads

With a broken chalice

You’re never satisfied

What a mess you are

With your broken heart delights

A fresh cake

Of devil’s food baked

In the middle of the night

While you sip vintage wine

From your New York City

High-rise luxury apartment

You’re a beautiful ruckus

The Birth Of Venus

In designer’s garment

Don’t you get it?

I caught you red-handed

Out of sight

You’ve been weighing me down

With your toxic thoughts

What a disappointment you are

I’m pouring out my cup

Walking out the door

And barely sobering up

I’m praying to the lord

Please help me make it back home

©Bohemian Nation