Lizzy Borden II: Black Cat History
by Michael Doyle

However well rehearsed the day,
Things happen as they do along the way.
Old habits and gestures don't hold sway.
However much it is that some might say.

There are expectations for pleasantry
That are no match for the savagery
Found among the cultural gentility,
As it comes full circle against reality.

Here in the horror of so-called modnerity,
There is a feel to recognized as evidentiary
That calls out the love that is a mystery
As if life has become a black cat history.

Some find enjoyment at striving to be unkind,
Quarreling with the world without a mind.
They are unaware of the hurt that they cause
As their every motive violates God's laws.

Those who most live in this sort of presence
Soak in the stains found within this essence.
Being made to eat up this brutality,
They become unfit for the kinder society.

Some spew all sort of morbid insensibility
As they have forgotten the slightest humility.
They believe themselves of aristocratic blood,
And they believe everyone should be dragged through the mud.

Then comes the day that makes its way
For those who stand hard against life's play.
Life forces all to make necessary alterations
That cut across the face of all lamentations.

We find ourselves punished for what others have done.
Int this race of life that cannot be won.
The caring of the dance is a message of a bitter love.
That pass this way divinely towar our God above.

(c) October 6, 2026   Michael Doyle
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