Karma overuns Dogma

By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
The green grocers fruits an vegetables limbo.
Resemblances of past lives numbered.
Eating a little gentle noise.
Grieved consoled coroner of soot.
Lucky I insure many lives.
Unsuspicious perfect temperment.
Sunday school zoo.
Unreserved Repulsed I kill.
Buttering pan slightly.
I am awake I bait.
Fried limp and lame an cripple.
As I enclose inside drawers of party soiree.
Order of lustration and sanctified.
In many ways remains the same.
I chew in a vain futile attempt.
Much lamented and very dear.
A rarity of theocrasy and realism