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Karma In The Long Run.

Updated on January 10, 2010

 

After a

while the

perpetual smile

becomes bent


into a facade.


A sad way to

 

simply cope,


against any

cruel points


hurled with

angst against

dart board skin.

Eyes no longer

bleed tears,


hearts are

shed of

all hope,


and shoulders

hunch like


Quasimodo on

an arthritic day.

Around us

souls tremble


under finger-

painted smiles,


scuttling mouse-like


past confrontations.


Conditioned by

past suffering

 
they avoid

standing up to

 
the bullies

who inhabit

 

all trips through life.

How sad that we 

have verbal

punching bags

 
to vent  our

insecurities on,

 
the obese,

the homely,

anyone disfigured,

 
racially different people,


the gay,

the insecure

and the weak.



Hell must  truly

be a house

of mirrors,

 

where those

who abused

endlessly reflect on

their hideous flaws.

the the demons

point out eternally

with sharp pointed

tridents.

 

MFB III

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