The Thing I Permit (confession)
8-25-12
Yet to abstain from pollutions
Things strangled and blood
Yet condoning my fornications
With women on my mind
As if they were right here in my lap
As I take my seat at my computer
Spilling my seed upon my belly
Instead of conceiving the one I love tonight
Of which could have been a very important person
In my possible future in knowing her in my own way
Yet to abstain from blood
Meaning no violence in the thing I permit....
On Acts 16:16 (look this up)
8-25-12
I dig that damsel with her spirit of divination
In the decadence of words I taste
As if it were my dessert
That indeed I deserve
After what I've been through
As such a damsel is ordained of God
To tell them why I didn't show up at the feast
That I did not hunger
For where Paul and those that tried to do well
Were put in common prison
And so at midnight
I pray again for those whom did partake of the sour kreut
And God knows what else that was served....
*aren't we all!
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