Circle Interupted
Circle interrupted
The circle of life an death to comprehend?
The 7 levels, able to climb or descend,
Be not a bugger, a step up will lend,
Or slide with the lowest,
for bad deeds offend,
so many times, I’ve tripped and I fell,
the murder of friends, slipping down to the hell,
but upwards I’m climbing, not doing so well,
damnation around the polititian, the pompous its smell,
a spiral not seen, the camoflagued spell,
for we travel blind, with a clue, yet unspelt?
So have yet one care, when you’re robbing the poor,
Robbed in your turn, only ten times the more,
Payback does come, for an eye or a tooth,
Sow an ye reap, a slap down forsooth,
Within his eternal law,
So will you be returning some more, haw haw?
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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