Saturday, October 12, 2013


unfortunate (at best)

the angry one who's hurt will never heal

will never discover the rest

of his mischief that his pride made real

not for this earth

or at least not in this time

will there be any truth

up which his angels can climb

to escape the pit he so doggedly dug

pulling down all into his yawning ego...

we remember him sadly when we lug

our own remorse wherever we go

there but for who's grace so miserly to bestow

unfortunately (at best) we just don't know...

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