Karmic Retribution
For National Poetry Month # 6
I have to write
about my anger,
my disappointment,
my absolute incredulity,
at the dishonesty,
the thievery,
which sends my self-righteous
self
into paroxysms .
Over and over again I will say it!
And shout it from the rooftops--
“You stole my piece,
You bastard,”
and dared to call it your own
and placed it on your website.
My piece--
I wrote it—
“My Private Hell”
It is ironic, is it not?
It is fabulous!
For certainly,
you have created for yourself
“your own private hell,”
where no vacancy sign
shall ever appear.
Karma is everything my friend.
And yours just ran out.
copyright/All Rights Reserved April 5, 2012 Audrey Howitt