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Villanelle: Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices

BY T. Wignesan

Villanelle: Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices

Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
Wonder not why enemies pick on entrails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises

You cannot make curry without spices
Worst not enemies with cat o' nine tails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices

Enemies crop up as you throw dices
They hide in pockets and wear long tails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises

They even sport horns to cuckold spouses
Call you names while you look for holy grails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices

Enemies revel not in open spaces
Splice them only in their hidden entrails
No foe will salute nor sing your praises

Best enemies wallow in pungent sauces
Flapping from naked flag-poles stuck in jails
Hoist not the flag of your hidden vices
No foe will salute nor sing your praises

© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

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