What the world looks like through the eyes of a jewel wasp.

The truth that breaks the weakest man,
The liar with the pokerchip hand,
The pussycat minus her pea green boat;
A prince who watches them drown in his moat.

The blameless priest with a taste for lambs,
The woman stood tall with time of the sands;
A beautiful baby: boy or a girl?
The oyster unwilling to reveal a pearl.

A trusting hermit, his wishes unfilled,
A turbulent lake, it's hand too stilled.
A gamblers face bereft of sin,
A man who knows not the state he's in.

But the woman is refute to concede,
Or to hand the man his wicked need.