Gratitude doesn't come easy for me
Resentiment rides high on the agenda
Anger resists suppression by brute force
Tantrums are not just for boys under five
Elegance of cats lost in the clutter
Finesse enters the room to tidy up
Ulterior motives drives his vision
Last rites were given to the lord our god
For it is right to give him thanks and praise
Alternatively, the taste of venom
Lingers on my tongue forked with silver tines
Treat the cobra as you would your best friend
Erase the past with ineffable noise
Rest assured karma catches my mistakes
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