Written B: D. Collins 9/20/23
I have no mercy for dirty, grimy, or grunge.
Along with family, it applies to everyone.
I won't take kindly to being stabbed in the back.
I don't blindly launch a counterattack.
Every move is done with motive and intent.
Methodically bringing that problem to an end.
Someone moral and ethically grimy is my pet peeve.
And, for those type of people, I have no mercy.
It used to be a man killed only for his wife and kids.
But things are so bad we have to expand the list.
I would love to have that woman God wanted me to have.
And, with the griminess I've seen, you'd better watch your ass.
Categories:
griminess, poetry,
Form: Crown of Sonnets