Ode To Hateful Boring People
There’s a place in
our hearts, for every person we meet.
The capacity for love
and affection runs deep.
Not all may find a
home in yours.
Some simply choose to
be hateful bores.
Some
might shun and some could run. Some will hate you till kingdom come.
Be not alarmed, be
not astounded. That they deserve you is unfounded.
The places in the
heart, that now seem empty. Fill them with a horn a plenty.
Read a book; sing a
song, travel to places you’ve never gone.
Don’t waste your self
on sometime friends. Let their dimness be their end.
A world of brightness
will banish bores, their darkness is their curse, not yours.
Hateful people you
will not miss, say farewell to bad rubbish.
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