O Had I Ne'er Been Born a Peerless Bard --

Whose Verse Most Rare Lacks Sentimental Lard!
 
"Most humans are as cold as charity --  
particularly those soulful buried underground."
-- the briefest of eulogies still meet
at envy's funeral
 
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A charity poetic I possess
rejoicing in the bard a true success
while bowing to his reason sound divine
hard striving to an ethics wise enshrine --
but let a poetaster pen a verse
and swift my ego turns a titch perverse
as tiff and miff stiff rising in the gorge
with ire dire and still ill will quick forge --
till envy in a snit of spite and spit
straight turns a witless nitwit in a fit
in having not been born a rhymester sweet
endowed with proud thick thumbs each meetly fleet --  
for pounding out a poetry unique  
they hit on not one poetry technique!
 
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a dedication of Respect
for
the Pain of each prey
teased by the green-eyed cat  
 
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
the charity --
as well as goodwill --
of the envious
 
august, 2023 -- the sincerest form of flattery yet full in fashion
deep underground