Do the feelings;
born of frustration;
conceive,
of their eventual,
mortality?

Do the pontificating,
hypocrites,
suppress,
their wicked tears,
when, laughing,
at, someone else's;
tragedy?

Does the crooked judge,
have any right,
to, condemn the criminal;
on questions,
of morality?

Does the man of the hour;
know -
when his time;
is up,
whilst he's counting,
down;
every, eventuality?

Doesn't it torment, and, pain,
the young, fit, and, healthy,
to, disregard,
the older, wiser sage;
in, favour of; virtual vitality?

Doesn't the universe,
relish, heartily,
the unmerciless irony,
of existing, black, tubular;
non-existence,
at the epicentre,
of, every galaxy?

Do you care? Does it matter??

No. It doesn't.

It never did.

© poormansdreams

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