Pity
Pity,something you can give a lot,
but can never be proud of.
pty aint worth a penny.
thunder evokes lightning
lightning evokes rain.
pity evokes nothing
but hatred and pain.
pity the pauper,
pity the kings.
Pity the world
For what she brings.
None shall escape
past her porcelain nape
Deep in her bossom warm,
they fall to her to her wicked charm.
Oh she wanders
wide chasms and yonders.
Far away on a hammock,
she hears the peal of thunder and lightning
frolicking in laughter and merry
there she met her adversary
in the form of an innocent child.
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