Micro words in vain

snippets to lance and ingrain

prose to rake and churn in damping rain

blaggards  with malice in surreptitious aim to drain

drenching darkness in poisoned barbs in callous wish to stain

the balanced scale of truth & justice in noble inspired heart that reigns


But scavengers know not but racking muck and dirt of that they arose

in ill winds and tempest they were born from mangers to morose

of the stock of little minds lacking in finery graces or prose

bitter ways on lazy weak minds leaves little to lose

envious eyes sees only thorns on luscious rose

in wants & rages condemnation throes

what else to do but share their woes

its the banes of the lows