Monday, January 6, 2014

Poem: Folks Like They

Folks Like They
By: Joi Maree Flowers

Some folks got everything to say about nothing
But nothing to say about something

(Sigh)

They know more than others do
If you let 'em tell it
Smarter than Albert Einstein
They think of themselves as

They tend to replay the scenes of your past
But hide theirs by burying them 6 feet under lost memories
As yours is more amusing to play before an audience
To be laughed at like a clown
And judged like a suspect
While their role is kept intacted as perfect

(Sigh)

They sit on the first few pews on Sundays
Shout of a few "Amen's" and "Hallelujah's"
Kneel before the altar and cry out to the Lord
But as soon as service is over
They remove their make-up and once again become their truth
Wicked
 
And

They're quick to point out your faults
But have yet to practice the words they preach from their own lips

(Sigh)

Folks like these got everything to say about nothing
But nothing to say about something

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