philosophical malpractice

Philosophical malpractice
By james a. galgano

You can't live your life upon uncomfortable probing hands of thumbs
While criticizing less fortunate living life upon unbowed knees
Hoping to appeal to the downtrodden so quickly succumbed.
By the repository of profound vernacular whose aim is to please
Every aimless hope wandering among the desert of forlorn life.
Where sand is often blown into faces unable to see past today
Such clothe one is unable to wear is cut by blind tailor's knife.
It fits no memorable occasion by baptism, wedding or funeral frayed.
Such provoked dismay often is left to its own devices by some afterlife.
Upon whose open corpse sorrow tearing eyes focus is soon betrayed
By miscalculation is drawn and quartered racing in every direction impolite
Hoping to find some comforting solace where dismay impatiently awaits sun.
Whose morning reveals no more than the shadows never seen by each night.
Yet nevertheless doth proclaim with vigor vocal miscalculation soon overrun.
By each uncomfortable digit as it delves into humble crevices within wonder
Where hope is dragged like lifeless body behind racing truck of human blunder.