You wear the bark,
but the charade
bites, xylem and
phloem corked with
pseudo-sap. Leaves
wilt, dejected
heralds marking
your soul wormwood,
galled by blighted
moral compass, limbs
sold to do evil
where, rooted to
inferior soil,
your destruction
is imminent.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
Now Mel, you know I can’t do those fancy science words!
HAHAHAHA! I consider that a direct challenge, and I raise you another with multi-syllabic technical jargon!
Well, Supercalafragalistic to you too! Have a blessed weekend.
🙂 Thank you!
Reminds me of Matthew 3:10
“Even now the axe is laid to the root of the trees. Every tree therefore that does not bear good fruit is cut down and thrown into the fire.”
🙂
A very sobering truth, Heidi. And a very fitting passage indeed for these thoughts on hypocrisy. One day, all will be set aright. May I be found true and pure and full of good fruit!
😦
That goes double for me! Venting in a safe venue…. 😉