Think...They're Wise

Oh, those two-faced hypocrites
around this O-Burg town, are smoothies
You don't know about them, till
too long, they've messed with your mind
It's jealousy... pure stinkin' jealousy
That makes their hateful wheels grind

They don't want you friends with others
They want you, all to themselves
And the pious hypos try to make others
believe... They are truly a saint- But
their wings are so black, they smell!

Yah, they feed you the,
"I love you garbage" but stab your back
when mouth travels another soul's course-
Beware! Don't ever listen! To such an
ugly gossipy mouth, that runs constantly
Like Satan's runaway horse...

Yah, hypocrites are great at tall baloney
They know how to pull wool over eyes
So some folks think they are so holy-
But hypocrites forget... that God knows,
Yes, God knows ALL about them! AND
NO...Critty, YOU ARE NOT SO WISE




Poetry by Helen Paquin The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-01-02 at 16:08

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