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Oct 2017
You think being so snooty
Makes you superior to me?
I will no longer play that game.
When your enemies shoot us down
And we are lying on the ground
Then we will be basically the same.

You think having all your millions
Counted in offshore bank minions
Means you are above our laws?
When you get to heaven’s book’s
Summation for those final looks
You’ll realize your life was a lost cause.

When you’re face to face with god
And he says you are way too odd
And tosses you on the elevator to hell,
You’ll not have any money in hand
And maybe then you’ll understand
Just how a shallow person can smell.

When you see it is the last dance
You’ll be asking for a second chance
And the answer will be the very same
As the one you gave to your life
To your children and your wife;
Sorry, folks, you didn’t play that game.

The big difference for some of us
Is we never caught that ******* bus
That drove you to your personal perfidy.
We preferred to sleep well at night
Knowing we chose to do things right
And look forward to our fate in infinity.

So when the Devil takes you in
And removes your star of tin
Or your business suit that leaves you ****,
Just remember what a **** you were;
A semi-human version of a rabid cur
Who didn’t care if he was seen as rude.
Brent Kincaid
Written by
Brent Kincaid  Kapaa, Kaua'i, Hawaii
(Kapaa, Kaua'i, Hawaii)   
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