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Virtues That Pay

You argue — as sympathy governs your bias —
That Wisdom distributes the capon and crust,
Indulging the sinful, and stinting the pious,
Or starving the wicked, and fattening the just.
You are wrong to the Evil One; hear what I say
There are ruinous virtues, and virtues that pay.

If your purpose be saving your soul and your bacon —
Fruition forthwith, and a sweet by-and-bye;
If your definite project stand clear and unshaken
A fatman on earth, and a seraph on high
In working this out let it still be your lay
There are ruinous virtues, and virtues that pay.

Such virtues are not of the workshop or cloister:
They test every act by the way it pans out;
They prompt you to seize on the world as your oyster,
Inserting our knife with a spirit devout.
For strait is the portal, and narrow the way
Representing the route of the virtues that pay.

Men as good as yourself, or most probably better,
Have gone to the rear, after many a try —
A permanent wage-slave, a usurers' debtor
Reduced to the motto of 'Root, hog or die,'
But their handicap dates from an earlier day,
When they failed in espousals of virtues that pay.

There is nothing outre in the man with the bluey;
He started, like you, for a goal undisclosed
But never in life can he come within coo-ee —
Though he may reach a goal, (with the vowels transposed)
And a similar Sheol gapes fair in your way,
If you turn out deficient in virtues that pay.

You must race, like St. Paul —you must race for the dollar —
No pause of compunction must ever intrude:
You must watch, you must pray, never missing a collar
The course is severe, and the company good.
You must reverence the Thrift-God, and earnestly pray
To be grounded and built up in virtues that pay.

By this means you will serve the Almighty and Mammon,
And die in a state of salvation and wealth;
When the clergy, without a suggestion of gammon,
Will furnish your soul with a clean bill of health.
So you'll sweep through the gates in your spotless array
A shining example of Virtues that pay.
Joseph Furphy

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Love unheard of
A cry ignored
Oh, beautiful
Show me sympathy
Praise me
With only a kiss
My confession
Remains clean
Such a forgiving-
Heart, you possess
I will no longer
Stay to bore you
With my precious
Pick up lines
Shall I sit here
With you, beautiful?
For my love is
Forever unrequited
You tell tales
Of another- Oh!
How I long to
Chase the skirt
Of another woman
Perhaps more
Pleasing than you
A sin to think it
Such hope is a lie
My heart will
Live- hollow
As my soul lays bare
Teach me! I plead
The secrets of apathy
Stefanie Fontker

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We are hurt every day

Scream love,
Scream for my empathy
But you hurt me
Tore away my sympathy
Stab love,
Blood staining everything
My heart bled
Drowning in suffering
Cut love,
Slice 'till there's nothing left,
Nothing left to destroy
Waiting for your death
Kill love,
Kill all that hurts you
With your anger and hate
Kill my love too
Pain love,
Please take it away
We are hurt love,
Every day
Soul Searcher

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Support For Lonely People

There may be sympathy

For lonely people

But support?

It is very rare.

Support for lonely people

Is very rare indeed,

For most people


See the path

Between loneliness and death.
Lonely People Champion

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