I lie bedraggled, disheveled,
scrunched up and crinkled,
in a pile,
like ratty raggedy
rag doll,
besmirched,
defiled and exiled,
for being a
spineless,
limp
wimp.
To all the spineless Senators –
We won’t let you forget it
And when you think of what you did
I hope you will regret it.
With such compelling evidence
And lives (your own!) at stake,
It seemed a guilty verdict
Was an easy road to take.
What would have made you change your minds?
Mike Pence strung up outside?
Or Nancy killed while all of you
Found places you could hide?
Integrity is something which
Not everyone can claim.
To the 43 who lack it,
I can only say – for shame!
I got no time for slithering snakes
Twisting themselves into different shapes
I just keep my distance until they slither away
Because today im not trying to get bit in the face
And having its venom filling my veins
Drifting in and out of consiousness and slipping away
If it gets close to me
I'll chop off his head and skin him with haste
End its life with the quickness
Bring silence & crickets to its spineless existance
Spineless
As words with no action are useless
Novelization is no job of the brainless
and their actions end with words that make man breathless
Spineless but the joy they give are endless.
I find in a godless society
versed so to speak openly correct
truth always becomes the first casualty aborted
It comes under attack with twisted views
heartless beings cursing every good value upside down
whom use vulgar words in order to silence the true facts
Craving acceptance pride filled bullies
condemning souls through their wickedness of deeds
displayed boastfully ignorant goats
Taking away rights it is where it all begins displacing people
stripping us into the core of sanity where hope is lost virtues
focusing on those without sin making them feel dirty for having a choice
A communist state of affairs under lawless acts hide stupid apes
has now entered our modern day democracies underhanded failures
baffoons filled with corruptions sins rotten to the core exist
.
To you who truly
treasure self-respect,
has there been a humiliating
instance
when to succumb low,
and sheepishly so,
to public opinion's
preponderance
is neither a betrayal
of your worth
nor a slap to your reason's
countenance?
Do you spinelessly go,
float with the flow
of popular passion and
circumstance?
.
There will be a sick portrayal of your lies once You're all alone.
When you crawl asking for sympathy, trace back and remember what your words were to
me in my time of need.
Once the night sets in and the Angel has descended far from your arms, let the anguish I felt
set into your blood stream. And when the memories you felt had no place in your life
anymore become all you think about, become your best and only friend, will you then feel
the shame for your wrongful slander set against my being?
On a lonely September night will you shed tears for those who you pushed away invain?
If you think this pain is unbearable, try having no way of being able to stop it. You had the
power, and now you are lying in the bed you so demandingly made yourself and an Angel
you were never deserving of to begin with.
Sleep alone, darling, for all your nights
He speaks with so much trust and love it hurts,
Leaving her so mindless and shattered everything is now nothing.
She feels the world revolved only around him,
Keeping her so intact that she bows down as if it was nothing.
We all now see her as a follower who's mind has been warped,
To the views of love that is not shown.
One movement of disagreement and he knocks her into shock and sadness,
Left with the thoughts of pain and regrets from her heartbreaking moans.
Only i feel sorry, and only i hate to see her look unhappy,
Others can't stand, nor ever will they care anymore of her pain.
& only i give in to let her know i am there to listen,
To try and keep her spirits high & remain sane.
He brings her gifts to try and apologize for his mistakes,
& after all that has been said, seemed to go out the other ear,
She runs to him with tears and relief,
Now i have great fears for her and no doubt that she will come back with more
Bruises and tears.
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