A Mean Soul
By Florence Jellem, poetess
You are a mean soul.
You will pay for your misconduct
Unless God (i.e., the impersonal laws of nature that you hate)
Takes pity on your soul.
Oh, oh, oh,
What a mean, mean soul.
You are a mean soul.
I wouldn’t trust you motives
With a ten-foot pole.
The millions of lurkers will see
That you have dug yourself a hole.
What a mean, mean soul.
You are a mean soul.
You have struck the first blow.
Discrediting Lessans is your goal.
All I feel for you is sympathy, Chuck.
I hate you.
You mean, mean soul.