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A WORLD RULED BY HUMBUGS
Am I really of this world?
Do I really belong here?
Why do dreams of other places
Keep haunting me in my sleep?
For what fault am I suffering
A living without a livelihood
Why are the envious ignorant ones
Bent upon destroying me?
For how long should I toil and search
For a steady source of income
For how more will this hunt of mine
Reward my efforts speedily?
I can but pray to my good Lord God
To help me and those who bank on me
This world is becoming so hard to live
With some humbugs ruling it selfishly.
all bullocks it is
to their disbelieving eyes
I say
swat those bothersome flies
named the likes of Ebenezer Scrooge
as they are
reflections of dimwitted doubt
they appear
hanging on as they have
when allowed
to the fringes
of ole Jacob Marley's chains
who be these Lordless Lemony Snickets
to undercut the beauty
to which your talent's true tender lies
write the lot of them off as naught
for they can not touch the truth
the depth the very character's core
to which your wide broad deep loving
insight provides
truth is beauty yes
but when invited to 'A Nitwit's Roast'
allow beauty the option
to hang such ugliness itself
out to dry..........
you know who!.........so why type it? (laughs)
Disturb not yourself.....help is on the way.