CALLING ON SCHADENFREUDE

Eat my gratitude and vomit it as blame
Drink my care and sweat it as disdain
Wear my tenderness and discard it as tattered insanity
Yes, all my good to you will always be vanity

II
Eat my love and defecate it as hatred
Use my advise and project it as overrated
Wear my support and project it as wickedness
After all, some full headed men end up with baldness

III
You can sip on my good deeds
…with your bitter seeds
I know you’ll grow into horrid weeds
For your foundation, your completion totally feeds

IV
You can inhale my best moves
And blow them as phlegms into dirty grooves
As your shamelessness is as thick as a horse’s hooves
I hope your pillow, your conscience approves

V
Why do you beg for my happiness
And return it as sadness?
Why did you hunt my kindness
Only to replace it with meanness?
Why did you shoot down my innocence in its pureness?

VI
Life wifes fairness in strange places
Goodness travels many a years to show traces
Karma discriminates not faces
It is in the mud of a disaster, that it’ll take off your success’ laces
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © October 2, 2023