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I’ve often wondered why
We have to have psychopaths
In this ever turning world
Where most people
Are not as emotionless
Are not as harmful
Some psychopaths
Are devoid of feeling
Some psychopaths
are inclined to kill
There are so
Many of them
When one dies
Another rises up
Like undead
vampires reborn
Why
Why
Why
Do we have
to have
and suffer
THEM?
Bob Boyd
My sadhu betta fish is hiding in his underwater cave.
I know he’s contemplating the cosmos.
I see some OM bubbles rising to the surface.
I wonder if he’s attained enlightenment yet
Or if he’s discovered the secrets of the universe.
When he emerges from his cave, he looks so serene.
His underwater contemplations seem to be leading
To increasingly higher states of consciousness.
Amazed, I wonder if one day he’ll be my guru
And telepathically share his wisdom and enlighten me.
Bob Boyd
So easily led
So easily persuaded
It doesn’t matter
How intelligent they are
Many are still so easily led
They lose their empathy
They cheer when
Innocent others are killed
They become monsters
So easily led
Bob Boyd