The Narrow Soul Poem by David McLansky

The Narrow Soul



The narrow soul
Exacts a toll
On everything
It can't control;
Acting pious
And devout,
How righteously
It lives without;
Until unmasked
In foul possession,
Revealed to have
A mad obsession,
And even then
Assumes a stance,
Devoid of shame
In arrogance.

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