Don't Fuck Wit The Preacher - (he'll do just fine on his own)

 
 
 
too many sentences, word piles, clogging
                                   the free-way.
                                            FreeWay                      
                                                     ( Free).

(The sound of some beautied woman's, soft voice, lying
                                               nextward in touch
                                        with even a hint of fondness
                  would make such difference
        in this starved heart,
after decades of
solitude, a grated spirit, bleeding anew wit each
                 fresh  abrasion.)
 
No one deserves the shit we serve each other, but
           always thus it has been, and thusly it shall be.
      (Too late to turn the karma around?)
 
No redemption here. Not even a faked remorse.
( "O, the sun gonna shine in my backdoor someday!" )
                     No admission. No contrition.
( and I bet he bore false witness to cover up the coveting
                      of a poor neighbors hot little wife)
 
And besides, it won't be long 'til ignominity ushers me
           to the place where they say, "Don't look down.
                  Just jump. It;s easier that way, Go on, pal. Go !

The Fix is in, and you cannot deny it's workings.
 

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