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.