Without Works

Parading in front of cameras
and complaining incessantly
about the world’s problems
without offering
any solutions
of your own
is about as dead-end
of a street
as I’ve ever seen tread

The cock crowed thrice
while you bled on the asphalt

Sipping on your gas-lit visions
no magic in that carpet ride

Pissing in your own pot
and whining unfaithfully
about how God let you down
without taking
any actions
of your own
leaves little wonder
over why
prayers rang hollow

The angels came in scores
but you scorned them with your tongue

Drinking of your hemlock potions
no spell cast in that poisoned well

Scott Thomas Outlar is a lover of truth and enjoys researching philosophy, psychology, politics, spirituality, and any other facet of consciousness in the pursuit of reaching a higher state of vibration. He also enjoys writing rants, poems, essays, short stories, and prose-fusion screeds covering such subjects. Scott Thomas can be reached at 17numa@gmail.com. You can also watch and/or subscribe to his YouTube Channel Read other articles by Scott Thomas, or visit Scott Thomas's website.