Decrepit & ragged, he prayed to God on bended
knee,
Please my Lord, I am lost, please have mercy
on me,
I could not help but lose to my erring &
sinning ways,
To the beckoning of absinth & smoky skirts
that sway.
Those dens of iniquity, sins & that terrible
virulent vice,
The hookah’s opium, old rum & that forever
rolling dice,
Those kohl blackened eyes & the luring of
big breasts,
Please Lord I ask you, is it too late for me
to be blessed?
Sins of sequins & smiling scarlet lips carmined
with red,
Luscious hips spinning to the music deep within
my head,
Sexual attraction, lustfully, wantonly &
slickly slathered,
Life-blood, in places where the men are readily
gathered.
Lord I pray, lift this dreaded lure away
from my tired brain,
Take this dice from my pocket & from aching
loins, the pain,
I just want to return to that man, the one I
was once born,
“Rise my son, you are forgiven, now go into
the new morn.”
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