casual sinner

I’m a casual sinner

I don't march for dimes

And I don't recycle

Leaping bed to bed

With acrobatic finesse

A skilled artisan of the human trade

 

I trample ants

And conquer classrooms

Speaking lies

In snake like tongues

Convincing and conniving

A vain masked mistress without a home

 

I don't walk for causes

And leave hobos sleeping with the flies

Cursing the name

I’m told to hold so dear

I’m a casual sinner

 

Never said I was a winner

 

But if i change my mind.....

Be kind

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is still in progress. Im thinking of tying more into it that has to do with gods last stand and choice to be forgiven, or i may keep it as a playful piece not sure.

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

Ooh... don't ever kill ants!

[HorrorMaster]

Very good poem, I think it's sexy.

[Von Halford]

I think it's sexy. In a way it makes me want to be BAD.... hell yeah

[ebur™]

intriguing poem because we all are in a way casual sinners. i think this poem hit the spot and it was very enjoyable to read. great job with this. :)

[Crazy Cat Man]

theres casual sinners in all of us. Even when we don't mean to. its in our nature. i enjoyed this piece very much :)

I don't walk for causes

And leave hobos sleeping with the flies

jaja i love that part.