Never bet against self righteous perversions
winning another round in your eternal struggle
between good and evil.
They never disappear for good; these demonic shackles
will bind you just when your mouth claims them gone,
and then you’re caught with your pants down around your ankles.
Alcohol or drugs, sex or violence
Little school girls with white panties,
or glory holes in a bathroom bay
You can go to church, opening your bibles to pray
but
Evil has a way of knowing
when we are at our weakest point
And then it hits you with the fine print in your contract
When you swore you would do anything if only…
You could have your way…
2008 © T Sheridan
Ted Sheridan
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