Pitied by the Pitiful

Pitied by the pitiful, Such an irony of the Fates; Or is it? A mask not worn to hide from hurt But to feed like a parasite Why should time be invested In one that would lie to his own mother And deny the evidence? Refusing to believe Does not make it untrue For the reality of it was born And therefore, It is not only true But undeniable as well; Until truth meets you Sanctified by actions took, Scorn a friend at leisure Your time is wasted at not caring, When in truth, You lie the most to yourself Do not treat me as a fool I do not fear you My masks are nonexistent Your words flow freely, Like intoxicated floods from rivers ashore To grace the ears of a believer And make the carelessness known As they are for your benefit alone What is friendship? Research words you use with ignorance For perhaps conflict can be avoided And you would not be perceived As a pompous burro To those that trust and invest In those like you Mistake it not For feelings to you only present themselves In pouches of good luck charms To be used when you want them to be used, Emphasis on “used” Blinded eyes can often see Truth is an aura, Not a negotiable ideal Nations built astray; Buildings constructed of repentance In a city of sin With you the mayor And I the asphalt Corruption is evident For an apple that was thrown By the tree of knowledge Into a pit of despair That is merely circulating reflections Of that person you claim to be And not of whom you are Fraudulent heaps poison the mouth Deception is in the air With a presence I wished not be found For I never befriended you; I befriended what you pretended to be Your time is up Go rot in someone else’s grave I have enough maggots in mine In the end, both the king and pawn go back into the same box.2/5 of a series written in honor of a friend/enemy. Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 12:14 PM PST   0 • 10