Free Cee Some Wannabe Poets Words Aren'T As Good As Those Found On Public Toilet Walls

IS THERE A CORONER ON THE CORNER? Life would be more temperate were i not taunted so by temptation On every corner and on every god-forsaken street For a weakened man such as i temptation never comes to a cessation And believe me brother, I’ve been broken, battered and beat I’ve taken my licks while simply trying to get some kicks Find the thrill of stillness and temporary but tempting relief I’m like a flame burning in the middle of a candle’s wick Burning toward both ends with a soothing flame all too brief The word “temptation” should have been made my middle name Since I’m tormented by chasing that short but soothing flame My lack of will power and detrimental desire are both to blame And since that first shot in the arm temptation is torment I cannot tame Living wouldn’t be such a chore had I some self-control And life would be easier were my heart not so hardened by craving A lack of restraint makes me no saint since sin has stolen my soul And believe me my bleak brothers, my sordid soul ain’t worth saving © 2009…..free cee!