Monday, October 6, 2014


no need to get deep

no need for true confessions

we've all had our short hairs

caught on something

and you know something's up

when a zealot climbs up

a very high soapbox to pluck

such low-hanging fruit as condemnation

and the only ones quaking are those

of muddled fear and no courage

enough to show the charlatan

the way to his noose

oh everyone wants everyone else's blood

especially the weak of brute strength

taking from the strong humility

of those who would detach from the arena

why say any of this when in the end

a grave divides and seals our endeavors

tell me then what worth your earnest vanity

tell me what confession heals all

better still tell me nothing

and know I'll do as much for you

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