You Don't When . . .

Don't ask me for compassion
When you offer none in return
Don't speak to me of tolerance
When every word you speak burns
Don't seek from me assistance
When you act as spoils do 
Don't attack my being of kindness
When you've mistakenly thought I'm a fool

To those I've help and have turned
There's no second bite of the apple
Once burned, twice shy
This is only natural
Character matters
it's louder than words
It matters not what is spoken
What matters is what's heard

I count my blessings daily
Thankful for all in my life
If you harbor evil intents
It's best you see the light


. . . You Don't Win
                    WWIII