Poetry Volumes

A Violet Moodswing Poems

Score Keeper

Morality worn like a banner

Waving high in holy manner.

Can't find a moment to be kind.

Can I even tell the time?


Method ethics, munch a bunch.

Spit on those who talk too much.

Walk upon a pompous shore.

Claim the proper, keeping score.


Score keeper, Pain reaper,

Dream killer, Your thriller.


Pontificate for me some more.

Show me how to grasp the core

Of pulpit insecurity.

My death sought in obscurity.


Can't be bothered feeding you

Unless you say I know the truth.

Greed is fine for us who pray.

The rest of you will have to pay.


Score keeper, Grim reaper,

Dream killer, Your thriller.


I call myself a friend of God

Then follow mental path of Mob.

Stone you till you see my way.

Tolerance not in the fray.


Give me everything I want

Or I'll frequent you with haunt.

Greed reeks of morality

If I am too blind to see.


Score keeper, Window peeper,

Dream killer, Your thriller.


Morality blown out my nose

Kept by righteous weeping rose.

I smear my greed upon your face

And wonder why you won't embrace.


Kindness is not keeping score.

Ethics spoken, empty bore.

Would I give to you my coat?

Or simply judge you in a gloat.


Score keeper, Self seeker,

Dream killer, Your thriller.