Despicable wretch
..Just 'Don'tCare'
Until such time
Its needs declare
..Once they converge
And know despair
While in that anguished
Distressed fuss
...Beg solidarity
Of the Despised Us
When crisis fades
And all seems well
...The Despised Us
'Go rot in Hell! '
..Genius within
Man's wanton wit
....Defines the soul
Of the Hypocrite
....Sanctimony
Amidst...deceit
Sunday Mornings
..Meet and greet
And in God's name
Chant pioused prayer
..Hypocrisy's children
...........At the Church
.................'Don'tCare'
Author's note:
'What makes it so plausible to assume that hypocrisy is the vice of vices is that integrity can indeed exist under the cover of all other vices except this one. Only crime and the criminal, it is true, confront us with the perplexity of radical evil; but only the hypocrite is really rotten to the core.'
~Hannah Arendt
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