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Incorrigible Sinner

His name fills us with fright; We won't forget his crime; We can't forgive him this time; We distrust him day and night. We view him with disgust We hold him in contempt He did something unjust. He quartered a bee. Incorrigible sinner! His hunger does not move us; May his body grow thinner! He quartered a bee. What this man did is not fair; This libidinous blackguard deserves the electric chair. He quartered a bee. Childish, menefreghista, and conceited. It irks us that such a maggot exists. He quartered a bee. We well knew: If he carvest a bee, he will not be free. He could've been smartest. He quartered a bee. He's not the person you want to be. He quartered a bee.

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 5/15/2014 8:40:00 AM

Marvelous piece, what an interesting way to express this idea. I also really enjoyed reading all of the comments.

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 5/9/2014 7:07:00 AM

wohow.. this one a splendid write... this style is new to me..... thumbs up with the flow,,,, :), olive eloisa

Sam Toil

Date: 5/7/2014 3:54:00 PM

Ivo, I read your vivid poem and I am reminded of the movie "Natural Born Killers". It is a story of vicious unrepentant murderers. Did you ever see it? If not, find it and watch it and see if it reminds you of your wonderful poem. Your poem of course is much more succinct and eloquent. I so enjoyed it! Peace...Sam

Paul Callus

Date: 5/7/2014 1:23:00 PM

Hi Ivo! This style of writing is so very interesting; you've made good use of it lately.....I would call it Ivorian. // By the way, did my bird get it right....is somebody entitled to a Happy Birthday, today?!!! Auguri!! // paul

Richard Palmer

Date: 5/7/2014 9:43:00 AM

we need to start taking care of the little things in life,it will make a lot of difference,,,wonderful write Ivo

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/7/2014 2:07:00 AM

I can identify, but sometimes what will be will be. I was at the spa pool one day and saved a bee from drowning. As it was drying its wings it slowly crawled away and someone came out of the gym and stepped on it. I just said, oh noooo! Your poem brought back that memory of just a little bee with bad luck.

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 5/6/2014 6:07:00 PM

hahaha who the heck is this incorrigible sinner? I used to sit in my tiny swimming pool and splash water up at the bees to try to drown them. guess we know where I am going when I die!! Hey, thanks for your comment today, Ivo!! I sure have fun reading your poems.