Mysterious Ways – A short poem

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I don’t sit here and pontificate

I’m more perspicacious than that

I pull all the strings and then wait

to pull justice out of my hat.

Vengeance is mine, I’ve always said,

But I work in mysterious ways.

You may call it karma instead

But it makes sure that crime never pays.


This poem was inspired by the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Pontificate




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People are far too complicated to be able to describe in a few words so I am not even going to try.

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