Wednesday, August 23, 2017

The Joy of a Sycophant

Someone somewhere has transgressed
Is the consensus.
It's always the consensus.

Transgression is at the core
Of being human,
Not for lack of innocence,
Not for being born sinners,

But for being transgression
Obsessed as a way of life,
For being born accusers.
I may accuse you

Of whatever wickedness
And you may imagine me
The greater sinner.

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