21 Nov 2015 – Ghazal

None of these folks have tossed skin in the game.
No dueling swords, just crossed skin in the game.

A sheer, silken pantsuit hides dusky flesh.
Hell yes she’s cold – embossed skin in the game!

Pig offered all, yet all that was chosen
were leftovers – shiny flossed skin in the game!

A blue-eyed blonde goddess as pale as death.
Color her Winter: frost skin in the game.

Olde Foole, times’ a-wastin’ – don’t pray to yourself!
Go find a God who’s lost skin in the game.