Hypocrites

They see me through bloodshot eyes.

They smell me with burned-out nostrils.
They hear me through beeswax ears.
They touch me with plastic fingers.
They dine with me bringing their puke, indigestion and bad breath.
They lick their lying lips.

They talk to me with forked tongues.

Their words burn like acid.
They laugh at me from the corners of their mouths.
They smile at me in condescension.

They dance with me in deceit.

They walk away from me with lying legs.
They judge me with crooked gavels.
They cut me off on life's on-ramp.

They visit me with welcome wagons, then go home and lock their doors.
They sell me out for a pittance.
They defecate on me in defiance.

Self-righteous denizens of dung.

Charlatans of chicanery cloaked behind moribund masks.
Ignorant, contemptible, contradictory cut-throats.

Delusional deviants.

Two-faced, twisted turncoats.

Fractured facades in fun-house mirrors.
Four-flushing fakers.
Masquerading malingerers.

Pontificating, placating patronizers.

Pompous plaster saints.

Saying one thing but doing another.

Their waves go from five fingers to one.
Who the hell do they think they are?

Reviews

[David Scott]

Wow! You have captured the disease in a bottle here. Hypocrisy is nothing new. There is intentional hypocrisy and passive hypocrisy. Both destroy. Both hurt.
The poetry was a fabulous romp in the deboutchery of hypocrisy.
Saying this, I know when one allows these observations to direct our thoughts, emotions and our psychological filters, we become what we behold.
I've been there. Judging the judgers. Faking out the fakers. Etc...
The cure for this is to be true, be open, be vulnerable. Slow others to take advantage if they will. Be smart, and protect yourself to responsible degree, but let the virtual knife stab. It will not kill you.
Soon, you will begins to see what is behind the mask. You will see the intentions and driving forces behind seemingly irrational behaviors. You will live loving even those hypocrites and maybe find a few loving one's hypocritical self...
IDK... Seems like something wise I was taught or might have read in some great historical manuscript of life and love.
A fantastic write Pete.

[Pete]

Thank you for such an insightful review. I'm glad I could capture it for you. I wasn't sure if I had nailed it or failed with drivel.

[David Scott]

Nailed it for sure!

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It's an epidemic, isn't it, Pete? I really dig this. Awesome!

[Pete]

thanks, soul sister.

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Funny, my brother's name is Pete...and you called me soul sister hahaha BTW nice meeting you and welcome to WC

[Pete]

Nice to meet you. thanks for taking the time to review. I guess your brother and I are re-Petes.