It Doesn't Pay Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It Doesn't Pay



It doesn't pay to undermine,
People unknown to do this.
It doesn't pay to underestimate,
People to do it.
It doesn't pay to find fault.
Or backbite using vicious causes.
It doesn't pay to be vindictive,
To someone unknown to pay the cost.

People quick to backstab another,
From rumors heard to be spread.
Are the first to admit,
Their hearts were in it...
Without their heads.
And then when asKed why they did,
Something unconscious done...
They will say validated gossip,
Heard from 'friends'...
Too good to refuse,
Left them with that choice to choose.

And then they awaken up to wonder,
Why their dreams have been limited.
And then they awaken up to wonder,
Why opportunites from them leave.
And then they awaken up to wonder,
Who it was that they despised...
Without connecting any truth,
To lies.

It doesn't pay to undermine,
People unknown to do this.
Or underestimate,
What one does to know who...
Enjoys what they do in the bedroom.
To be satisfied!
It's always left in the bedroom,
What's confessed to hear to decide.

It doesn't pay if confessions,
Distracts from an act to enact it.
It doesn't pay if confessions,
Destroys the mood to include...
What someone else has done,
To interfere.

Sunday, September 18, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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