Your karma is gathering
like the infected pus
at the head of an angry pimple.
Just the sound of your name
reverberates backs to haunch
in abomination of Your character
who is hacking up blood and phlegm
on the lips of a T.B. sufferer.
Your existance, spews a venemous slime
that balances ''Greed'' on the pin tip
of the lives invested in, ''YOU''.
Money, is at the helm of your Hell
because with all your riches
you can not have happiness
when you steal it away from others.
So bellow in the idea that
''YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON''
as your empire crumbles
and ''People Know''.
(dedicated to my Landlord T.S.)
Copyright ©2010
Adryan Rotica
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-time-is-going-to-come-2/
