Find Forgiveness

Ribbed and fusiform deluxe Is it tuxedo or a tux? Hairless or ruggose Gregarious or almost comatose Everyone with empty can in hand Unforgiving, are they living? Too silicified they boast Their gazing fossilized near all in sight But they didn’t gain an inch in height Behind fine textured looks lurks bitterness The killer of the fairest fair It’s blackness hidden in the lair Striking out to bite the air Billowing with fuzzy fluff They never seem to get enough Calloused, wrinkled working hands Nothing fills their empty cans Forgiving fills with life again An ending of disease and sin Livid living, unforgiving killer of the fair Destroy the beastly thorny lair Simply giving soft forgiving The door a killing isotope was closed Forgiveness, living life’s repose