An unpeeled apple,
Though inside rotted,
May look as sweet,
If skin‘s unspotted,
But always there’s,
A subtle dint,
A bruised soft spot,
A sudden hint,
The crumbled lint,
On unspent dimes,
Reminds us of,
A gentler time,
When children’s laughter,
Reached the sky,
With all of nature’s
bonds untied,
When nurture slowed us
in our lies,
I am not surprised
At the way things went,
But my compassion,
Came and went,
For those who splash on,
A snake’s scent,
Lie and await,
Their Hell’s relent,
They pull us down,
Into a hole,
Apathetic,
About their souls,
They figure they’re damned,
Well damn us too,
The moral fabric
Has come unglued
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