Pedlar – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

5 Lines – Compliment – In Other Words



Image provided by Patricia’s Place



Hand wringing vestige of a lapdog
always angling down your own road
schmoozing oily paeans for gain
dripping your heart’s desires so secret,
you selfish panegyric pedlar.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under Five Lines, Free Verse, life, poem

12 responses to “Pedlar – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Yes — peddling poison!

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  2. lync56

    Interesting words


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  3. I guess you told him! Your words are your effective weapon of choice. 😉

    Liked by 1 person

  4. I like this though it is sadly too often true. Thanks for linking.

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