Hypocrites Cry Fowl

What happens

When too much money

And power

Is given

And not forgiven

For those who have

Trampled others

Along the way

They just take

And don’t give

Fake bastards

Running around like kings

These things

Are the dog’s ass

In a world full of

Sichness

I’m Better Now

I’m better now

But not great

The reprieve came

Finally

But still late

Later than I expected

Under the finite detection

Of the improvements

That I have made along the

Way

Today

I am better

So I’ll take

The hope that

Gives