David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

The Evil


The Evil often die in bed
A comfy pillow under head;
Surrounded by life-fawning friends,
Self-righteous to the very end.

Submitted: Monday, September 16, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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