Woe Is Me

Waves of sympathy are few and far between might as well be beneath the waves drowning then a merman skulking in a latrine all faith in humanity—denouncing 'woe is me' a bird tethered by-one-wing yes, people are cruel when its mob-rule for sure they'd gladly tar and feather you. They'll-do-almost almost, anything- To get-and-have-their way, and bully you. Ask for help they answer our-hands are tied. Sorry, you've been washed out by the tide. If you bide your time, we'll forget your crime. Better still if you're gullible-enough we'll do-it-all again sing 'woe is he'. And make you crawl through the undergrowth slough, never to get-off your grovelling knees. Asking…begging for their forgiveness, please.