Too Late

TOO LATE If you do not include yourself as a sinner redeemed even if you look to the law and break them all or even one. If you do not look upon the son as the one who saves your soul from the second death. If you wiggle and squirm shouting agendas until your blue in the face, armed with a suit of armor and a tie. If you buy into the mob’s mentality of immorality, keep your birthday suit loose and ready to wear. If you pinch your fellow man until he’s black and blue, unrelenting from the uterus to Timbuktu. If you can look in the mirror with a polished sneer and see something good in your pufferfish looks. Don’t worry (pat on head) Hush (stroke on back) although when you close your eyes of lead the prison bars that divide you from the light with brazen clarity, might cause enlightenment too late… Kim Rodrigues © 2018