I’ve Had it With Your Hypocrisy
I’ve Had it With Your Hypocrisy
You think you’re so hot
with your talent for bashing.
The way you know it all.
The way it’s only your way.
Or the highway.
You’re words are the fingers
pushed so far down my throat.
All you mediate clots together
like a tumor
in the back of my mind.
You’re my headache.
And the way they applaud you
is the most out of tune symphony
that’s ever been orchestrated.
It sickens me.
Praises sits so well with you
but you sharpen your fangs on critique.
Oh, you’re such a hypocrite!
Admiration spawning from fear
mustn’t be worth the trouble.
You see, they are just afraid.
That’s all there is to it.
Copyright © 2007
You think you’re so hot
with your talent for bashing.
The way you know it all.
The way it’s only your way.
Or the highway.
You’re words are the fingers
pushed so far down my throat.
All you mediate clots together
like a tumor
in the back of my mind.
You’re my headache.
And the way they applaud you
is the most out of tune symphony
that’s ever been orchestrated.
It sickens me.
Praises sits so well with you
but you sharpen your fangs on critique.
Oh, you’re such a hypocrite!
Admiration spawning from fear
mustn’t be worth the trouble.
You see, they are just afraid.
That’s all there is to it.
Copyright © 2007
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No one should take offence in this. I have more poems* that are written in a similar kind of style which I have decided to link together; making them a collection or a series. They are supposed to be snapshots of the lives of two best friends. And to make it easier for everyone to tell the two of them apart I’m going to call the two friends Dante and Virgil. This particular poem is a Dante snapshot.*ATTENTION! Just take it already.
*And I know it’s blunt but whatever
* “God help those who help themselves”
* Feel free to keep ignoring me
* I’ve Had it With Your Hypocrisy
* In Fear I Tread So Softly Through Each Day
*High School