What do you think?
A sly caress where satin rose and dipped
“Silly child, my hand, it merely slipped
cease your shrill objections, disappear”
A smirk upon his lips, position clear
Another girl, a terrified dissent
that goes unspoken, goes on to frequent
the dinners and the balls that he attends
On golden social ladder he ascends
peers down upon the peasants he outgrew
Spits finer venom then they ever knew
the kind that burns through skin and flesh and bones
and makes them shameful of their modest homes
their honest living, sacrifices made
to feed their children, moral debts unpaid
by higher beings, karma, nature, he
would never understand, would not agree
Certain luxuries can good breeding can afford
A prefix on your name have you, my lord?
And ignorance obscuring gilded views?
I wonder what he’d pick if forced to choose…
Iano, those lines are supposed to be 9 beats long, if you look closer you’ll realise there are speech marks indicating a direct voice from the subject of the poem. These lines are one beat short to mock him.
Yep, can was an error, but I like your other changes. Thanks.