Disgrace’s Kiss

Disgrace’s Kiss

The great light of Decadence is convention’s fright

For merely a veneer away, it elicits guilty delight

You can’t avoid its scratch or orgasmic match

So society condemns, shuns and names it, Disgrace!

What a laugh a minute when the world’s viewed from Her arms

Perhaps it’s because of Disgrace’s seductive charms

Excitement and mystery is Disgrace’s veritable history

For nobody knows what Disgrace is, until you kiss Her

But even then don’t feel comfortable, for you may have kissed Him

Disgrace has no side until subconsciously YOU decide

That shock when psyche taps your shoulder

You’d no idea until you drank that absinthe called cider

Do you run and hide then sneak in for a confession on the early tide?

Even then, the step’s been taken and innocence has died

You walk back past the club, YOUR name’s Disgrace

Neither choice nor decision, your Identity’s given