Royal Displeasure
Just like the days of the old Pharisees,
they who accused Jesus of heresies;
She points with self-righteous indignation,
yet herself, is the naked temptation.
Miss High and Mighty, thinks she’s always right,
makes computations with limited light.
Monochromatic malicious mindset,
jealous of someone, she aims to upset.
You poke and pry, think I’d quietly die,
go stick with your tribe but don’t multiply.
I have been patient, been lax but not blind;
I'm rarely this mad, enough with your kind.
Think twice before you start breaking my bone;
“Let him who is blameless, cast the first stone.”
28 October 2015
Mad as a Hornet Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless
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