If I watch you closely dose that make me insecure.
If you're longing for a lover maybe?
My love is to impure.
Impleaded fantasy's
I'm sick and you're the cure.
Materialistic lament,
hypercritical that's for sure.
Under a blanket of infidelity,
obscene and obscured.
hearts are devoured,
blood thirsty, and I want more.
A monster lives inside of me.
Indecisions and he not sure,
If I'm the cause of all his debility.
I refuse to feed him more.
A loss of all my faculties.
He is obscene and I'm obscured
Look what you have done to my shoelaces, Fluffy!
Now that's hardly a nice thing to do.
There are things in this world, from a twig to a bone,
that are more admirably suited to chew.
I don't wish to be hypercritical, Fluffy.
You might easily have done something worse,
but there are things in this world, which, not done up,
lead one all too soon to a hearse.
Doctors take the Hippocratic Oath
though many are quite loath
to try to save older folk --
They view the oath as a joke
Politicians also take an oath
A 'Hypercritical Hypocritical' Vow
To blast anyone who dares ask why
He should believe their outright lies
Crazy COVID-19 has us all in a tizzy
Too much information making all of us dizzy
Most who’ve been exposed self-quarantine
Running out of toilet paper making us mean
“Social distancing” is the phrase du jour
Scientists scrambling now to find the cure
Hurry!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
What started out in China as an epidemic
No respecter of nations totally pandemic
All around the world countries shutting down
Even New York City looks like a ghost town
Is there no end to this viral mess
As our way of life’s forced to evanesce?
Scary!
(Chorus)
COVID-19 apolitical
Proper testing so critical
Slow response hypocritical
Naysayers hypercritical
Division and strife
Don’t take my life
Give it back!
March 14, 2020
Coronavirus COVID-19 Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Team PoetrySoup
America is Dying Babylon is Falling
And the spirit took me up
I lost my breathe
all that's left
Is to slip of the cup
Gods holy name I no more defile
I'll walk steadfast upward getting out of the bile
No more abominations
I am committed to rebirthing this nation
Ungodly men standing for
Spiritual cremation
I stand inflated
Forms of Godliness debated
Hypercritical
Altars afar off
Off with the heads of those lions
America is dying
Babylon is falling
12/28/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
What an experience?
So monological your
days were,
so hypercritical was
your then,
so hypocritical was
your pains, were
when,
very analogical was
your sorrow went,
in moan and swone
your definition was
sent.
your name and your
fame had no meaning
but a shame meant,
you had no happiness
except the ones you
usually rent most
times in torrent.
Amazing speaks of
your unfathom
testimony,
in it time killing made
your success a snap
amp.
YESTERDAY IS A
STORY WORKOUT THE
UNWRITTEN HISTORY!
Were living in troubled times elevated by hypercritical self-righteous minds,
that use the lords name for condoning a number of sin based crimes
Revelation continues to show these signs
forgotten seems is the word; that we are all of one flock, of one herd to fight
against and kill one another using our heavenly father’s word; for the lord has
said is absurd
the lord gave his life not for people to use his majestic might; in a selfish
personal crusade bleeding us from the beauty our savior gave, but to ensure that
from our sins we were all saved, remember the beautiful life he gave and that
truly through him all are saved
keep the faith
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