Poor Knowledge of Sin
At others I grin
Pretending a grasp of sin…
Much less a sin
Piercing one’s skin
Than that of a kin,
Scarcely a sin
Seen with another’s pin
Than with his Dry Gin,
Rather not a sin
Raising a din
Unlike faking a win,
No more of a sin
Serving one fish’s fin
Than the rusts of a tin…
Join me to grin
At poor knowledge of sin.
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