Papa Philosophy
All bark and no bite,
Better is the termite,
For when solid reality,
Invades your psyche,
You’re a dupe, papa Philosophy
Canine guts? the tail tells all,
From where I see, yours is curled.
Just when I trusted your robe,
You’re nothing but a hopeless dope,
With promises like eggs, fruitless kill-hope,
When true wisdom makes its cry,
Your conscience chooses to die,
Dancing to humdrum of gossip,
Sin seduces you in its grip,
The Scroll ignored so then the slip.
And through it all, the tender –
See behind facade, a pretender
Like Mercury said ‘like a clown’
And soon you’re going down,
At Omega’s finale, truth spells at you with frown.
Copyright © Joshua Ryngksai | Year Posted 2019
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