Crying Shame
Beware of the crook and his wise
guy’d spooks and their graven look-see.
Whoopsie, of the bed, that you lie in now,
like a crying shame,
bereft of a semblance of size.
Of the thief in the night —
he does shuck all your pride.
It’s a hell of a ride.
Make it simple my friend:
believe in the Word of the living God
and let embers fall.
Rise up on your knees,
release all your sins
Believe! It’s a win!
7/31/2021
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2021
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