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Click hereThey lay on blankets worshiping the sun,
These interlopers, followers of style,
Who gather here, pretend, feign seeking fun
And romance. Teasers, poseurs, dandies, smile;
Empty faces behind blank eyes. Bulging,
Saline-enhanced, barely-covered titties
Beckoning no one; tanned studs indulging
Erotic fantasies, seeking pretties
Who'll make them feel important for a while.
But momentary pleasure passes fast,
Replaced by empty truth--the wan beguile
Each other; precious little here will last.
This empty, lonely parade paints a sad
Portrait of a lovely town gone mad.
A fun sonnet exposing those who play for fun in the sun. And later, perhaps, the moon? Won't find such distractions facing you in central Pennsylvania.
Hey, Anschul, this is a good one. I enjoyed it. You have some really good lines in it. Thanks for sharing. :)