Pertuccio Lives

Petruccio Lives

Your heart is as cold as Hitler’s,
But your tongue speaks of Jesus.
You seek power and dominion,
But you act meek and humble.
You desire the life of a Playboy,
So you live that life on-line
In the quiet corner of darkness
When your loyal wife sleeps in
Ignorance.

They believe you because you are
Un-emotional,
Shed no tears,
Remain detached,
And because your brain
Appears clear and logical.

Pretending is your game,
But Liar is your name.
You are the master of confusion –
Deceit.

Petruccio did not tame a Shrew,
But took her life’s spice
After beating and forcing her
To admit that the Sun did not shine.
Could he really force her to believe
His words?

You say that the Sun is the Moon,
And the Moon is the Sun –
The world is still flat because
Muscles in the arms are acknowledged more
Than strength found inside –
And soft skin must equal a soft brain.

Forget that the Sun does not rise.
Decide that the world is not round.
What if your Katrina
Is too smart to argue
Or play your game?