Both Not Wrong
Once upon a time, a red devil from
Hell yelled,
“Oh look, it’s Little Miss Perfect! The
featherhead from so high up that she always looks down her nose!
You privileged twit! You smug,
sanctimonious, overbearing, obnoxious bitch! You’re a passive-aggressive, holier-than-thou,
know-it-all, know-nothing buffoon!
You
pious prude! You self-righteous hypocrite! You bleat love love love, but your
heart is as cold as outer space!
You ought to warm up; so go to the
blazes!”
In reply a blue angel from Heaven cooed,
“You pathetic deplorable, what’s wrong
with you? Why so nasty? Why so angry? Don’t you like being a wretched lowlife? And don’t you know that you’re ugly
when you’re mad?
Poor dear, you pretend to be tough,
but I know that your bluster conceals a frightened child, crying for Mommy.
What a pity!
One day you will see the error of your
ways, and you will repent. Then I will forgive you.”
And God face-palmed.
Moral: Proving another
all wrong won’t make you all right.
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