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
Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015
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