There was a moment
how I felt a wince of guilt
even though a smile
really crooked, bent
emerged on my spiteful face
when I learned, I built
a reserve, a mile
surprisingly deep, a trench
as for such a space
mostly for the hate
obsolete in this new age
my bad, I felt need
even at this stage
not to bottle what I bleed
this fate, my workbench
how I seek revenge
old emotions, without love
when I heard, the child
I knew, my challenge
from her stomping on my head
eggs, I felt a shove
little girls gone wild
to say, she lost both her legs
as gangrene, she said
when her mother spoke
if diabetic coma
never such words broke
caused the air to 'fa'
each note sung broke rotten eggs
old man, not worth salt
for now, by default
given, karma is a bitch
under the old guard
ignorance, a stitch,
looped in time, saves lives, lies hard
to accept, my fault
even if I paint
vengeance, in blood, on the wall
even though, we know
nemesis, a faint
thoughtless idea of the Greeks
how could a girl fall
oblige me to blow
undue dust into the pan
given the horde speaks
horrid lies, to see
as beyond all idle talk
stories give us glee
make-believe to squawk
if awkward, brown sparrows scan
life as pointless words
eggs blame little birds
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