Imbeciles move through the world
Sheathed in their parody of confidence,
While kind souls are weighted down
In chains of doubt and insecurity.
Where is justice
When a kind word seems overwhelming
Th those who deserve it most?
And the ridiculous imbeciles
Suck in the false flattery
As though ambrosia.
The meek will inherit what, again?














Comments
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Call me cute again, I dare you.
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Guess my life is a compromise.
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People are strange when you're a stranger
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Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
Seriously.
Like right now.
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