Generation of a people I did found my dogged self to be among; A people so clamored, that their fame is heard afar off. Ive heard of them and their wondrous performances, From the beginning of their time, until, towards the end. Their proclaimed fame beats my tiny imaginative power. They were my greatest punishment, Yet, they were my greatest lessons; because, Ive learned to unlearned what Ive learned. Their waggling tongues, Their Senseless thoughts, Their Baseless accusations, Their Verbal attackations, Their Clueless assumptions. Disorderliness, they so warmly embrace. Noisy in conversations, Mannerless in acts, speech and address; such were their daily attitudinal exhibition. Yet, they sought to be respected and hold in high esteem. Their piece is not worth a dice; Yet, their figure of scores hits the bar. They brag about with how much they can manipulate men; Even the most intelligent into their bidding; At the expense of their perceived opponent ( a fellow student); Who may be unaware of their exploitative mission. The impact of their sabotaging acts on the personality of the significant other, they care not. They embrace un-seriousness and pretend to be over serious, only at the dying minute. Though they look squeamishly innocent on the outward, Viperous is their sting; poisonous, the scratch of their fang. Little have I come to stand, less I change to be one of them. A man without a discerning heart will easily consent to their deception I wonder if they werent the Eve at the Garden of Eden. Skillful are they in their gimmicks, Slothful in their doings; I wonder the child they may beget? A question I cant even give a second thought to answer. God help me, even in my little doggedness As theyve abandoned me with the task I rejected. Its never a pleasure, but I will treasure; Such is brought upon me: my weakness, my strength. So help me God, Amen!
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 19:54:23 +0000
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