I AM ONE HYPOCITE
I am one hypocrite, imperfectly
I am all edges, no single curve
So rough all around, so badly wrong.
I like the positive, never to do
I say all that I should, none ever true
I step on every toe, I am the brute!
I am one evil mind, alas I am
I scheme all that I can, sleek, evil plans
What is the need? In here, no good is found.
But I’m sorry, each time I break the line
In tears and anger, every blessed time
And I despise at once the shameful crime
Would it ever change anything inside?
If after death one’s corpse would start to cry,
Could it draw any grace close, right beside?
I could but scrape my knees to beg for hope
I beg just for grace, not karats of gold.
I beg each time that my prayer would hold.
One hypocrite; imperfect, always would cry
Would beg for mercy, would forever try,
Though I be called a fool, and termed “unwise”.
Dominic A. Ami 03/04/2013
I am one hypocrite.