The devil is your helpmeet
when you twist your P's and Q's,
when you dabble in black magic
or recalibrate your Muse.
Transgressions will befall you
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset your applecarts.
They'll paint you in the darkest light
and daub your face with blood,
play your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your trembling heart
to acclimate his will,
remember he is waiting
for your innocence to spill.
Categories:
applecarts, spiritual,
Form: Quatrain
Every pig likes eating slop;
Every cow chews cud.
Humans differ in their tastes,
But blame it on the bud.
Our tongues are packed with sensors
Which determine what we savor.
Though you’d choose chocolate ice cream,
I’d select a different flavor.
I love a cake or pie that’s made
With lemon or with berry;
My taste buds make that choice for me –
It isn’t arbitrary.
I can’t control a preference
Determined by my tongue.
Environment has no affect
On whence my tastes have sprung.
We’re programmed for uniqueness
In our looks, our smiles, our smarts;
And taste buds add another fruit
To all the applecarts.
In restaurants or picnics
We may eye each other’s food,
But we’ll enjoy the flavors that
Our tongues have not pooh – poohed.
Categories:
applecarts, food,
Form: Rhyme
The devil is your helpmeet
when you squeeze your P's and Q's,
when you dabble in black magic
and recalibrate the fuse.
Transgression will befall you
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset the applecarts.
They'll paint you in the darkest light
and daub your face with blood,
play your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your trembling heart
to acclimate his will,
remember he is waiting
for your innocence to spill.
Categories:
applecarts, philosophy,
Form: Quatrain
The devil is your helpmeet,
go ignore your P's and Q's,
as you dabble in black magic
and re-activate the fuse.
Murder will befall you
as you ply your wicked trade,
yours or someone else's
'til the debt to Sin is paid.
Criminals, malingerers,
and those with crooked hearts
will wriggle through the sacraments,
upset the applecarts.
They'll paint you in the blackest light
and daub your soul with blood,
play your insecurities
and sway you from the Good.
Don't compromise your fearless heart
to acclimate his will,
remember he is waiting
for your innocence to spill.
Categories:
applecarts, life
Form: Quatrain