Don't Fuck Wit The Preacher - (he'll do just fine on his own)
too many sentences, word piles, clogging
(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
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.