The Polygamy Parable

We are as sycophants to each other
Wanting only for ourselves,
Each draining the other in our egoist quest for pleasure.

Our parasitical needs know no bounds
In the confines of love it is not quenched.

And so we willfully destroy it,
As savage as we are ravenous
Making martyrs of our innocence.

Habitual bloodsuckers or destitute addicts,
And when the poison runs cold, so too do our hearts.



© Velma Velvet and affairsofthemindpoetry, 2018


  1. “Making martyrs of our innocence” is such a probing self-aware statement. Love, desire, and deception as forms of sycophancy makes a powerful indictment, even as all the signs of guilt betray the power of the underlying desire that runs throughout and beneath the speaker’s bitterness like a surging river.


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