Death Is Due An Insult
Death is due an insult
In fact, it's way past due
Born out of sin, no next of kin,
No love for life, no reason to.
No positive occupation,
To me it's pretty clear
He goes about with lip stuck out
His business is to interfere
With life and all it's blessing.
He doesn't think it's odd
That no one wants him hanging round.
He needs a better job.
Reta Pruitt
August 25,2018
Copyright © Reta Pruitt | Year Posted 2018
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