Psychotic world

sorenbarrett

The fool sits with his silly grin

As we go through our daily din

Although in this there is no sin

He sees life’s hypocrisy and lies

But he doesn’t criticize

He’s far too wise

So he just sits and smiles

Taking us in with all his wiles

And thus society he riles

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2022 06:13
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    I know this person
    recognise those self-serving
    traits
    in so many people's, indifferent gaze
    but most of all, I recognise
    that glint, I've known my whole life
    in that mirror reflection
    I tend, to pretend
    doesn't greet, every morning
    knowingly, judging
    ever-so silently..
    (great write, dear poet
    so many levels you touch upon)
    thank you!

  • sorenbarrett

    Thank you so much for your welcome comments. I appreciate you taking your time to review this always good to hear from you.

  • Rocky Lagou

    The one not doing. The observer idly spending life annoying others. I love your works. Very well done.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you so much for your review Rocky it is the one that does not conform or go along that irritates. Thanks for the comment.

    • Dahlia

      Excellently penned
      like who is the pschyco now eh?!
      great work poet 👌

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you so much for your review and kind comments

      • dusk arising

        Hmm fool or wise? I look at the trees and consider all they have seen in their long life and they sway nonchelantly. Immoveable presence. Are they wise or just a dumb life we overlook. What can we learn from these fool like trees.

        Being around a tree or trees can teach a spiritual type person much as can the fool.

        Maybe I have thought this through long and hard for i have a daughter who some might call a fool. She is merry and smiley and has no living skills, now in her forties she has taught me lots.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thank you Dusk for your kind words and comments. Excuse the delay



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