This poem is dedicated to judgmental people everywhere.1
Your virtues, they are vices;
Your deeds are each a sin.
Inside no tad of goodness;
Your bright veneer is thin.
Your thoughts must all be darksome
Your plans self-serving, too.
That smile masks all your malice —
But I see straight through you.
O sure, you look all sweetness
To those that are naive.
What tangled webs you’ve woven,
You’ve practiced to deceive.
I thank the Lord of Heaven
That like you I’m not now
— or ever: Wretched sinner!
I’m holier than thou!
All praise and laud and honor,
Be to the Holy Three.
But honorable mention,
At least should come to me.
Amen.
- To those who might misunderstand, the sentiments of this poem are not recommended. ↩
