You judge. You fan the flames of the furnace of hate...and you are 'the sweetest thing'. You are the pot, and you call the kettle black.
it is impossible, to be your constant friend...because, I needs to 'say you nay' again, as you have wont, to bitterness...to make another feel the pain...you hold within your heart.
You are fickle and fine, but I must tell you, the error, you cause the world, with blame...is everyone's fault.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: beehive drawing, artist presently unknown
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