Damn The Self Righteous!

Damn The Self Righteous! short poem

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Down through your nose you peer at me
As if I don’t belong
The gossip you have swallowed
Has infected your cruel tongue

For you have nothing good to say
Nor better things to do
Than let your tiny mind be ruled
By others, not by you!

And if we take a closer look
At things that you have done
Then maybe I should gossip, too
So your good is undone

Lets not go into detail
I shall not stoop so low
As to the levels you have stooped
To make your failings known

That you are far from perfect
And respect you I do not
For in my heart I can forgive
Forget, certainly not!

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Shaun Fennings

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I'm a 47 year old with two sons, Sam (22) and Jim (19). I love poetry, music and fashion and work for a local company as a Finance Manager.My brother and I are both on the road to sobriety, after some very ugly and interesting experiences..my recent post 'The Sad Old Drunk Without a Head' is pretty much based on how we recall our boozy experiences!My brother (Lee) and I are currently embarking on a journey - 'The Picture Poet Society', which aims to capture our thoughts and feelings in pictures and poetry..we then hope to co-write a book on our 'Road to Sobriety'..which we believe will be inspiring to others that wish for a life without drink..so watch this space.I hope you enjoy my work and am always pleased to hear feedback..good or bad..mistakes will be made along the way..it's the only way we can strive to improve.Thanks! Shaun
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@fenners, you are peeved by the holier-than-thou attitude of some. It is best to ignore these fanatics if you can, as though door posts that you need not acknowledge as you pass by. But if someone dear to your heart picks on you, like reforming you to a mold, then that’s a different story. We refrain from being Dr. Love giving advice to the lovelorn. (just kidding, we really just don’t know what to say)

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