(Pic Source : http://www.cartoonstock.com/directory/p/pot.asp)I cannot fathom
Every Sunday
Making your way
To the House
Without fail
You love
You serve
Everyone adores you
Looks up to you
I once did too
I put you on a pedestal
And vowed
To be just like you
Until I saw
The real you
Coaxing a little girl to give you her prize
Deceiving a woman for company
Arguing with a friend for control
Treating a sister unreasonably
You do as you please
With your best interests at heart
The whole world revolves around you
You care not
For the welfare of others
Self-centredness
Intolerance
All there
On public display
Why do others fail to see
I recoil
And wince and grimace
I ask myself
Is man by nature
A selfish creature
I peer into
Your pretty vessel
The contents
Twisted
Depraved
Ugly
Grotesque
I cannot reconcile
I am revolted by the sight of you
Why should I traverse
To the House
When it is filled
With the likes of you
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