THIS PAINTED BREATH

This painted breath you see before your eyes
Is a darkling curse to hide bitter dross,
Miasma from a mind too used to lies,
That greedy seeks to thrive off others loss:

Where's honesty ?- in most it's not been born,
The crabbing way leads blindly by the hand
The weak and spiritually forlorn,
The crowd of glitter-eyes that stalk this land.

Beware! The educated are the worst,
Their smiley half-truths, tensions buried deep,
Give brief success ('till something has to burst):
Compartmentalise - seems that's how they sleep.