The hypothetical hippocrite
I thought I saw you sitting there,It really made me sick.
For you lied about your life,
Just a lousy hippocrite.
You never said you lived in England,
Let alone in my part of the woods,.
I decided not to say hi,
Even though I could.
Instead I decided to let sleeping dogs lie,
But only because I could.
Bet you never lived in the great outside,
Or travelled to the great devide.
Lines etched across your furrowed brow,
You were lying then and still lying now.
You've never survived Africa's diamond mines,
Or helped China build their railway lines.
Then again I'm a poet who has been,
Place's I've never seen world's beyond my keen.
So inside I give myself a jaunty smile,
Then decide to let sleeping dogs lie.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2025-11-29 at 12:00
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