Fat Ninja

Denial comes easy.

Not that of going without,

mind you.

I mean that failure to truly understand who you are;

to recognize fault for folly.

It’s simpler,

by far,

to find an external cause

to which one can attribute their shortcomings;

to lay blame at the foot of

some immovable, well-entrenched root.

Because there’s a counterfeit solace

in self-righteousness that you

might confuse for legal emotional tender.

You might mistake it for currency

to spend on indignation,
or fritter away on gold-digger ego.

In the end you’ve done little more

than squander integrity

on an emptiness that,

try as you might,

will never bury the truth

of your own self-absorption.

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