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Desperation
sweats from every pore
and for every pore, you’ll
find
one more to sweat.

If you meet the devil face
to face
you’ll know that,
‘Get thee behind me’
didn’t work
and to be honest
who’s working now?

The churches are packed by those
racked with guilt
under the eyes of the Bishop,
they wilt
as they wilt or won’t
(don’t know about that)

I have ‘soap on a rope’
it keeps me clean and
gives me hope
also,
the rope’s long enough
to make a noose,
but
we should all hang loose
things can only get
betttttttttttttttttttttttttttter.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.