Karma
Im now eating a dish best served cold
Karma on a plate thats began to rot & mould.
It's serving consists of fresh gone by its expiry date.
& now i eat in my regrets
& my selfloathing hate.
For what I've cooked up for others in the past
Now comes back to haunt me in greater forces cast.
Its meal consists of ingredients rot at its very worst.
Which has became a crusted serving i eat which ive been cursed.
So be warned of how you feed yourself I'm life to others
For this is not a loving meal tha is lovingly cooked up by mothers.
It's chef is known to us as karma
& from its kitchen i now feed.
Upon a serving of rotten ingredients I'm now to feed in my past greed.
A recipe specifically made up just for me
With many courses yet to come
In a poisoned meal on its plate I see.
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2017
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