In this papal and unHoly
See-sanctioned hypoChris(t)y where one can
boldly dispel the troublesome;
just casu-causally deny mounting mortalities,
void those victims who've
annulled themselves,
silence stricken families (with oblique
threats);
mind you,
most convenient ov em – self-immolation
kinda sinkerator solution - grind 'em -
tho thou should not kill thyself, oh, nonononono
still, rather practical (doancha think so?);
just don't say aloud,
for Michelangelo cloud-rider haunting-floats sporting rude, pointing finger,
so...........
keep a low profile, Joe............
don't blow brilliant set-up,
touch nose,
let no upset interpose,
prepare to snow............
stuff compassion, all that hokum,
let it run like billy-o
down slippery slope,
this bloke's looken after this bloke.
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There will be time
PoetryWARNING: 'There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate; Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions...
