Self-Righteousness Poem by William Levy
Self-Righteousness
I keep returning
to the house of glass
just to admire its beauty
It shines
It radiates
everything
but it is a lie
nothing is pretty
nothing is perfect
As I trip over my shoe lace
my shoulder hits the glass
and it all comes crashing down.
It is a lie because
nothing is pretty
nothing is perfect
and as for me
and the glass house
we are less than nothing
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4/24/2024 11:33:21 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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