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The Sinning Judge and I

January 21, 2013
By Anonymous

Forgotton by all,

Remembered by drunken brawls

Slurring, vomiting

And finally decomposing,

Next to this dispicable Judge.

Where our evils nearly nudge,

No mourning,

no griefing,

And no afterlife

Will happen now.

I might as well be kicked by s cow!

Buried under sand,

Under mud,

And hand in hand with Death himself.

Eyeing through my not-so-holy casket of shame,

I see the Judge filled with pain.

He is forgotton

Like me.

My life is wasted

Just like he.


The author's comments:
My very Spoon-River-Anthalogy-esque poem.

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