Thursday, 9 November 2017

Fur Balls

A poem from 2017

He’s a clean cat
Always grooming himself
Caution - Tongue at work!
Trying to keep the outside pure
To any casual observer, he does this to great effect
He takes pride in his appearance
And why not?

But you don’t see inside
The gathering mess
Sin binding to sin
All his self-righteous effort
His condemnation of those who are dirtier than he is
His aloof projection of self-interest
It gathers in the pit of his bowels
It causes him problems
It irritates

He seeks to keep clean on the outside
His heart is still so dark

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