Free Cee Was It What It Was

WAS IT WHAT IT WAS? It was a time of temperance for a temper tamed It was a time when, on beauty, was mournfulness and belligerence blamed It was a time when a recently birthed masterpiece was smudged It was a time for a liar to finally be judged While a man jousted with a beast who would not be budged A deity who held power in her hand with which that self-same deity gave the man a nudge That nudge was to advise the man of meekness not to hold even the grain of a grudge It was a time when torment meant meaningless embraces and unkind kisses It was a time someone with more insight than I intentionally misses As God and Satan are both taking pisses While the Pope put the pious in a confessional booth bastardized by all the sacrilegiously self-possessed Sinners all and all sinners self-confessed As I was sent by Satan his most sordid and grievous guest A woman who suckled at the breast of duplicity A lady lacking a scintilla of pity It was a time when that woman drained me of blood drop by dreary drop It was a time when I wished time would stop © 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…~free cee!~ W