Karma Snarls
I got what I deserve
a third rate circumstance
of my own making.
Over the decades
I've downgraded a few times
tossed the good ones aside
and swallowed the rotten.
Now I dream in burlap.
and wear jester boots.
It's too late, I've made my bed
to late to upgrade
the pitch is to steep.
That's why
karma
snarls
at
me.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2023
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