I feel the need to get down on my knees and repent my sins <br />God's ear was to the land and I know he heard me <br />Sneaking around in the dark as I planned to part <br />My remaining hair with a hollow point shell loaded with despair.... <br />I liberated an old Bible hidden many years from my alter ego <br />It had been calling for me to release it from the bedroom closet <br />Where I had tried to bury it along with so many drunken demons <br />The demons were sleeping as I pulled the 'Word' <br />From the dark grave where the death sentence <br />Had not yet been carried out....prevented by a coward's appeals <br />The jury....consisting of old sweat shirts too large and pants too small <br />Had been sequestered by the Hanging Judge in a plastic laundry basket <br />Obese cold blooded killers all of them.....polyester blends <br />Stained by hard liquor and the thick semen of the demons <br />Wailing their arms and legs like bat wings at the prospect of a soul cleansing <br />Meanwhile....I was dangling in the doom and gloom of my final words <br />Premature and in preparation of any final verdict to execute myself <br />I spoke these words to a crowded room of wire hangers...... <br />'God, Please forgive me.' <br /> <br />2007 © Ted Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/commuted-sentences-of-whoa/
