Unkind
No longer can their antics be called asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on for quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process they find,
Unkind!
No longer can their tragic deeds be of benefit.
Not when they've shot themselves in the foot...
And unaware of it!
They chose to follow a path they thought would profit them.
Only to dig deeper in regretted debt,
They now smother in.
As they swirl together in a whirpool of sins,
That shows no mercy and strangles them.
With an intention gaining the momentum and is...
Unkind!
No longer can their antics be called,
Asinine.
This mindlessness has been going on,
For quite some time.
And refusing to deny this,
Has created a spiraling decline.
Leaving those behind in a process,
They find...
Bitter without sweeteners, angry and unkind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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