Aloof in the booth,
soulless, low carriage, and little couth, he discarded the suit but kept the monkey.
Rehab was fab but unlike a few he became a flunky,
battled the LORD and got bested,wasted the time he invested.
Based lines that are about to be up in smoke.
He challenged the Light and his darkness awoke.
He recidivated daily in preparation for his crab boil routine, waiting for the chariot spoke to pierce his brain.
He’ll never be the same, so sayeth the Main Man.
Dastardly, he went from a Mister to a sinister.
Lost his finesse and chose to abuse a find,
a woman of high quality due to her current anonymity and lack of coinage chimes.
He cared less for her Holy – but ah, even that was a deflection.
He saw it and got wisdom but failed to become wise.
He looked in her brown eyes and tried to fill her soul with loathsome.
Her he seemed to feel though he acted out in despise.
Tender then tough; there everyday but that’s never enough.
He failed to realize that underneath he was desperate for a victim to grieve and relieve his heinous patterns of thought,
to tip toe unseen in her life and avoid being caught.
Her heart he played, but her mind is what he sought.
He tried to reset, but failed tests have incalculable consequences.
by Jerriè McGill