It is sometimes necessary
For me to smile
At the vile
Vitriolic antipathy
Of posted words
Lacking even a scintilla of empathy
Even less forethought..
....Of what
Such self - eviscerating wrath
And the damage done
To the humanity... and sanity
By living forever... knowing
That showing
That raw-boned- dried up
Abomination
That pride allowed
You to project...
... when someday
That same pride
Will object...
.... to deserving
Not only to others observing
But to your own objections
To those obscure reflections
That you may have scrubbed
With manic passion
To the point where no one can see
The allegorical symmetry
That you cannot erase
Or from your heart and soul efface
All because - without a thought
As to what, where, when or how
Something you put down in writing then
You cannot stand up to now!
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 6:53 AM UTC
It is sometimes necessary
For me to smile
At the vile
Vitriolic antipathy
Of posted words
Lacking even a scintilla of empathy
Even less forethought..
....Of what
Such self - eviscerating wrath
And the damage done
To the humanity... and sanity
By living forever... knowing
That showing
That raw-boned- dried up
Abomination
That pride allowed
You to project...
... when someday
That same pride
Will object...
.... to deserving
Not only to others observing
But to your own objections
To those obscure reflections
That you may have scrubbed
With manic passion
To the point where no one can see
The allegorical symmetry
That you cannot erase
Or from your heart and soul efface
All because - without a thought
As to what, where, when or how
Something you put down in writing then
You cannot stand up to now!
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