people are sorry for all they've done
only because they couldn't get over
they failed and either blame someone else
or lie in drunken stupors concocting
revenge fantasies that would even strain Hollywood imaginations
and among those of us who played straight
and did the right thing
only to get done down by those with no contact with
what we used to call reality
we have no comfort in righteousness
no help from the One in which we wasted our faith
I'll let idler minds fret karma so they may
tie themselves tighter in their woven delusions
for they sit and speculate afraid to make any move at all
weary and wasted and tired of this
no one knows what will happen to any of us
any of us
no one knows what will happen to any of us
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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