Numb Dismissal
I do not have the pride to absolve myself,
nor the morality to forgive you. Lastly, I would
never wish on so submissive a star.
Narrow as the path to god,
you stumble upon boorish thicketts, bloated
atop humility parading into clueless congress.
Laughable to think,
some call me paranoid.
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