NaPoWriMo #1 Today's prompt is to write a total lie.

The Lie

Decadence is Lovely,
instinctual, rich,
runs through the veins
like a subtle itch,
sings out loud
like frogs in June,
plays like a violin out of tune.

Satin ribbons and velvet shrouds,
tattered Elegance, funereal crowds--
Oh, slay me with Decadence,
chocolates and pearls;
I was born a slave
to the material world!