Otherwise known as FOWC. A poem for poetic karma.
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Some like to call it karma,
I much prefer poetic justice,
a revenge as sweet as the Mystic River.
Preachers, teachers, political thugs
All due a bit of comeuppance.
Some days I wish there was a hell.
I know that life is seldom fair,
and I know I really shouldn’t care,
yet smile I must, as they get theirs.
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very nice. and of course I appreciate anything with Morticia
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