She always look outside her door
Or stay beside her window pane
She wants to know and see much more
Her neighbor’s deeds and what they gain

She has to meet the rich and poor
She always look outside her door
But that motive of yesterday
Gone with the wind, 'twas blown away

She’s now but an observant one
Who always judge and sneers at man
She always look outside her door
Seems she forgot what is life  for

This poor woman, she never know
That now she looks like a scarecrow
While her feet stands flat on the floor
She always look outside her door.

Sara L Russell, 17/5/14 00:29am*

I speak, therefore I ****.
Complacent in my seat of ancient learning,
  I can and will
undo your fragile notions,
your vapid little dreams;
I'll pierce your ego with a word.
  Your ego is absurd.

I sleep in blameless peace.
Reclining on my cloud of contemplation,
  I can and do
lampoon your trite devotions,
tug on their fraying seams;
I'll take your confidence away
  with everything I say.

You're weaker than I am,
Regurgitated clichés haunt your writing,
  you know it's true
You wear the same emotions;
no common sense redeems
the foolish things you write
- till I slay them with spite.

She always look outside her door
Or stay beside her window pane
She wants to know and see much more
Her neighbor’s deeds and what they gain


She has to meet the rich and poor
She always look outside her door
But that motive of yesterday
Gone with the wind, t’was blown away


She’s now but an observant one
Who always judge and sneers at man
She always look outside her door
Seems she forgot what is life  for


This poor woman, she never know
That now she looks like a scarecrow
Her feet stands flat on the floor
She always look outside her door.

You don't believe the truth
You blame it all on Him
You're hypocrite and fool
Stubborn, unreflective
But when it comes to someone else
Your critic side shows off
Demanding good from wrong
So, who are you to judge?