Psychopath
Sociopath
Neuropath’s
remind
Every ‘path’
an open route
locked inside
our minds
Empathy
Antipathy
Pathological
liars
Waiting there
to mark the way
as circumstance
— requires
(The New Room: March, 2024)
Pity More Apt
I’m tired of people
slinging hash
and calling it Haute Cuisine
The Emperor naked
behind the mirror
where truth still reigns supreme
Waiting for accolades
pity more apt
so they again can void
Leaving their excrement
out on display
— only the rats to enjoy
(The New Room: March, 2024)
- Author: Kurt Philip Behm ( Offline)
- Published: March 11th, 2024 10:20
- Category: Unclassified
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