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Hypocrites

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Sep 2002 · 5 comments

The savages have entered, And conjured this temperamental strain. Here in the depths of darkness Is where I shall remain. They preach a pretty sermon, But really don't give a shit. And if there's one thing I've no use for-- It's a hypocrite. I don't need you or anyone else To try to enlighten me. I'm hip to your scheme, And soon, others will see. Your actions have betrayed your words-- You mouth has overloaded your ass. And, before long, your acts of hypocrisy Will be a thing of the past.

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[5] Lenore 1-Sep-02/8:28 PM Reply

This could be a truly, nasty, bitter poem if polished up some. 5/10

[5] Frass 1-Sep-02/8:31 PM Reply

Who are these savage, hypocrital betrayers? My interest is peaked; tell me.

[n/a] PawnedTidal 5-Sep-02/2:53 PM Reply

As with most of my not-so-happy writing, the motivation is my relationship with my parents.

[4] beakism 5-Sep-02/3:06 PM Reply

Indeed. If the poem flowed better, and if it wasn't a rant against parents, I'd enjoy it.

[n/a] PawnedTidal 5-Sep-02/3:43 PM Reply

It isn't a rant against parents. It's a rant (if you insist calling it that) against anyone who tries to change who you are for the sake of what is religiously or socially acceptable. :)