Ode To Those This Poem Fits
How can you call yourself human
when you don't resemble one in the least.
You open your mouth to say something
and putrid filth spews forth into the streets.
Your head has been mutated by your own design
with all your hatred and your closed little mind.
You act like you are above the people you meet
and you judge them all by your twisted beliefs.
You preach about being fair, loving & caring
you nag about living life straight & honestly.
The people who know you are questioning why
because they see you living a life filled with lies.
Hipocracy, is the God of your world, it seems
it's your way or no way - there is no in-between.
Fair has no meaning in that small mind of yours
how you treat others is quite par for your course!
Do not look down your damned nose at me
I will still be who and what I want to be.
Your actions and words are separating us - see
already, you have created an abyssmal chasm between you & me!
Copyright © Jennifer Parks-Nolan | Year Posted 2005
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