Form: Decastich
What did love have to do with this,
sex was the key to ambition,
the price I had to pay,
principles and morality mean nothing
when opportunity calls,
should I feel guilt between her thighs,
when whispered false promises sate her need.
my lies give her what she wants,
so I sold out for glory,
a cyprian path to fame
©JGFarmer2012
A Garret Poet 