Category : Poems

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I heard them say that Karma's a witch, 
Just go ahead and clean your hate with bleach, 
Don't you bother keeping tabs, 
One step foward, two steps back like crabs. 

I did, I heard them say all that, 
But I never thought in fact, 
I'd come to taste it on my own, 
That cold revenge served at my throne. 

I feel the guilt slipping right through, 
My brain cells tell me not to do, 
Not to enjoy this savory dish, 
It is a sin that'll lead me straight  to anguish. 

I'm not deluded, it's inevitably a bad thing, 
I mean, this ain't no christian spiritual bling, 
But in the end I had to know
They're mere hopeless targets of my  bow. 

I shot the arrows, they came back, 
I learned to forgive and step back, 
But Karma wasn't having it my way:
Life shot them down, now this wide grin of mine reads 'Yay'.