To Hypocrisy

July 11, 2015 - Poetry

To hypocrisy.
That’s me.

I can sit and spin a yarn
About doing no harm
To another’s soul.

Or cast a kind glance
At another’s mischance
And nod, remorseful.

Truss up a word of advice
Bound , gagged and tied
Just to be helpful.

But if the word isn’t belief
I slink dangerous as a thief
After your soul.

For ideas all can change.
With time be re-arranged,
As passions grow cold.

My mind wrongs a right,
Oft times takes delight,
In corrupting your goals.

But that’s me,
Hypocrisy.

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