To the Core

People will be people,

Some you loathe,

Some you adore.

Some are saintly, some are sinners,

Others rotten to the core.

 

When the world has knocked you over and

You’ve been dragged across the floor,

Find your feet,

Raise your head up high

And walk right out the door.

You don’t need to be a part of all

The grit and grime and gore

So, spread your wings

As your heart light sings

And let your spirits soar.

 

Travel to a time and place

You’ve never, ever been before

So you won’t have to deal with people

Who are rotten to the core.