Hypocrite (was: Spoiled Priest)

It doesn’t matter
what you’re thinking.

You’re too small to think.
You’re too small to bother with.

One bad experience doesn’t make up
for a lifetime of ease.

You don’t get to say otherwise.
You don’t have a right to feel persecuted.

Still — you wanna be haunted? Looking for
an exorcism, but want it done by a spoiled priest

to make it feel slightly dirty
but still a bit legit,

strong enough for to claim absolution
but not strong enough to require penance?

You aren’t worth a ghost’s bother —
certainly, you’re not worth mine.

Keep looking.
And cross the street

if you see me coming —
I’m not your kind of confessor.

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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