The Soulless
This is what I have learned.
I have no patience for the soulless.
Not things and certainly,
not people.
Things I can throw out.
People I cannot.
Because I am stuck
with a soul of my own.
About this poem.
Inspired by a New York Times editorial, of all things.
The picture was taken at the Wilson House, in Hebron, NY. It is a house with soul.
Tom
Quarry House 
interesting rant.not satisfactory for a soulless soul to read.
Skip M
Aint it the truth?