The quota of good deeds
Has already been met today.
Now let me go back to my old self.
Let me be bad, the worst, a plague.
This world doesn't reward
Those fools acting like saints.
They usually end up dead,
Stabbed in the back
By the same good deeds
they've made.
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Shortys2024 Challenge
PoetryA collection of poems for the Shortys Challenge 2024. Starting September 1st , I'll be posting a short poem a day and submitting it to the challenge. Join me in this personal quest, and let's find out if I can complete the goal of writing 30 poems i...
