Karma Is A Witch Poem by Wilfred Mellers

So-called friends may hurt you
Acquaintances will desert you too
But they were never your friends at all
From under rocks they learned to crawl
Sad little men whishing for what you own
Little boys to men never grown
Twisted minds staying stoned
Mongrel dogs throw them a bone

Doctor Jekyll turned to Mr. Hyde
Inside your soul has dried
Mouth spewing garbage you lied
Abused then thrown to the wayside
Silly fools turns Satan’s bride

Hidden from view was a lowlife
At ease trying to live the good life
Cast away the pain and strife
But in my back you plunged the knife

Jeers came from the tin-brass jackass
Numskull frequently given a free hall pass
They are as transparent as glass
Once I thought they had class
I was wrong for they are full of hot gas

Their motives ulterior
Their spirits so inferior
They said we were “fam”
The con men ran the scam
When the chips were down
Nowhere they could be found
Given the smiles of a faceless clown
They didn’t even bother to stick around

Signed and sealed with auto-tune pitch
Melodious minstrels carved out their little niche
Scattered like roaches when the lights came on
Turned around and they were all gone
Dark hearts turned their faces white
In your defense they didn’t even put up a fight
Heads in the sand like an ostrich
Floundering in a ditch for Karma is a witch


(Thursday, June 30,2011 )