Pathetic and sad
He goes forth
The essence of bad.
No one curtails
No one dare tell
The evil one
He is going to wither
In hell.
He doesn’t know
It doesn’t have to be so
He could be happy
And glad.
All that’s required
Is to be open, generous
Considerate and mostly
Not angry, bitter
Or sad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Pathetic and sad
He goes forth
The essence of bad.
No one curtails
No one dare tell
The evil one
He is going to wither
In hell.
He doesn’t know
It doesn’t have to be so
He could be happy
And glad.
All that’s required
Is to be open, generous
Considerate and mostly
Not angry, bitter
Or sad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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