The Heart of the Beast

There’s just so much non-sense
a soul can endure,
From trivial minded,
decided, obdure.

I met one, one time,
demeaning for sure,
The current machine
as debase and impure.

Oh sure, they still do it,
again and again;
Forever and ever,
and on to no end.

Things just get bad
for whoever is in.
And then you decided
to rashly defend,

And therewith derided,
chided, chagrined.
“A Bleeding Heart Liberal.”
and “Dumb Ass” at bat!

And names that are milder,
than others like that.
No final solution.
No Compromise.

Just pure dissolution;
It should not surprise.
For sure absolution
you just realize

An idiot’s an idiot,
and no otherwise.
Then later that evening,
later at night,

It comes that no two
ways won’t make it right,
No more or no less
for the well argued fight.

Sometimes some people
just like to incite
Mal-adverse topics
to seek a good fight.

Passion is fashioned,
as with compliments,
To human condition,
with all its intents.

Animal nature,
the part we like least,
The flaw in its feature:
The heart of the beast.

©2014, Marvin Welborn
7 January 2014. Revised 22 June 2015

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