There are words for people like you.
People who use
others,
and abuse brothers
and sisters.
Your power is fleeting.
Upon our last meeting
you had a walker and I freely walked.
Shhhhh…don’t talk
about it. You will die if you do.
Excuse me, but my dog’s crap is bigger than you.
And, yes, I sin. That’s just me.
But, one day we both will fall on bended knee.
I hope you brought your knee pads and a cooler.
I’m no Saint. I’m just a schooler.
Susan Awakening 