Sonnet Sundays (on a Thursday) The Self Righteous

Leave it to the hypocrites to stand tall

Unturned noses passing judgment on all

The sister can smoke a joint around kids

But s husband drinks only God forbids

One can be forgiven and then welcome

The other forsaken and treated so dumb

Family comes first no one gets left behind

Except for him, he’s not part of your kind

He’s only good when he has some money

Stealing his family wasn’t funny

Holidays taken and your vows broken

One must ask, “what the hell are you smokin”

Questioning and persecuting his wife

Acting like you were better at life

Can’t figure out why people treat him wise

Because people can see through your disguise

All our woes become all his blame

Repeatedly it’s the same game

Constantly his family hears your whines

Why don’t you grow up and get some damn spines

You don’t understand him and yet you mock

He’s not a mindless sheep like all your flock

Take advantage of his bad luck

He’s sick of all your shit, you stupid fuck

Remember the pendulum swings both ways

So, relax and enjoy your numbered days