Sour Grapes

Gave up my HRH
Throw’d out my Bible and my Koran
Looking for a new truth
Featuring Love of We, the Common Man
We all look up at the same starry sky
As I long for any lovely fellow Earthling
At the morning our Sun comes from the East
Why do we brothers treat each other like a thing?
Interred my aunt in the family crypt today
At the intersection of a reprisal and the forsaken
By four past post meridian it was all at last over
No love lost, no Southern faith left unshaken
Decoding lies from the curious misconstrued truths
I find time to raise chagrin with my toasting glass
In a hundred years no one’s gonna give a damn
George is right: all things, thank goodness, will pass
So at the end the poet lays down his pen
Not sure if he’ll ever bother to versify again

About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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