No need to shame bitter souls
whose bad manners offend innocent sensitivities
like fallen candles proving their flame;
whose misery creaks through crooked jaws
and slanted eyes,
like a dust storm announcing it is only a fresh breeze.
Neither is there a need to console their
pugilistic nature -
what make everything and everybody
an obstacle.
There is no room for your compassion.
It will simply be used as a handkerchief
to clean the excess spittle from their lips
so that no one can accuse them
of being rabid.
They take care of their appearance.
Do not waste your time correcting them.
Their madness will not allow it.
You will only succeed in proving yourself
a charlatan,
who believes the world can be a better place
if one chooses to believe that
none of the lemons of life
are molded.
©06.16.2018 ebn
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