you think yourself
Karma's vessel
her honored servant
her right hand

you think yourself
righteous
but you come off
entitled

your pillars
soon will
crumble
into sand

misplaced malice
misguided mind
miscreant mentality

delusional eyes
looking in a fogged mirror

seeing what you
so strongly believe is there

you think yourself
Karma's courier

swift deliverance
but your tongue stings
and your cold stares
freeze without reason

but you are
merely the jester
your only real service
being that of entertainment

you think yourself
righteous
but you are nothing
more than a fool

with a world of growing up left to do