Pass

I ease past, brushing shoulders with his immediate family as I walk by the stained glass. Knee deep in the tears of sorrow from those so shallow and apologies so hollow. My thoughts narrow, "your nobody till somebody kill's you" I think, as I wash my hands of his existence in the reality sink. I will miss that he's gone like I miss wearing a diaper... I don't remember the last time, it just seems asinine. They held his showing in a church of god... how odd.... I know, let's put all the people he raped in the front row. Is it more disrespectful that I showed up, or that he's being honored for being such a fuck up. No apologies..... when your right your right, we both sleep... I just wake at the end of the night. You think I'm harsh.... I agree, but look at the violation left by his legacy. Good things come to those who wait, and those who violate must meet their fate. I know sum may not understand, but to those who do .... Tuck Your Thumb In. -LIV