The Mizzogs Poem by Matthew Holloway
The Mizzogs
It's a sad state of affairs
When you see the ugliness of a soul
The bitterness, that twisted attention
Drawn into the unimportant details
The busybodies that interfere
In the day to day routines of life
Seeming to believe they have the right
To insert their say into everything
Their faces snarled and miserable
Waiting to poison another's day
All for the false pleasure of being right
So often they are not right at all
Just over opinionated, vile creatures
And still they exist, day by day
We meet them, avoid them
Look upon them with disgust
And hope we never become them
It's a sad state of affairs
We all have to live in
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5/3/2024 1:08:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
All for the false pleasure of being right So often they are not right at all.... //.... That's the beauty of human nature and individual differences should not be looked upon despicably. These things should lead us to be better than the rest with our inner qualities. Thank you so much dear Matthew.