31 August 2012
I think that the hand that feeds Is the face that will lie Interchanging between good and bad He leaves a trail of hurt nearby
Such selfish needs perspire from pores A deprived mortal soul now and always Never showing any kindness Just left to wonder, feeling nothing for days
Forsaken by his own thoughts and actions As heaven moves closer to his door Thinking that hell looks tempting A fool among many, you're just a face nothing more
©Kim Brown 31st August 2012 First written February 1998
A Fool Among Many • Opuss № I