Thursday, October 4, 2018

Addiction



Nymphs cradle in seas of sex,
Gamblers find thrills in a card deck,
Holy deacons seek fulfillment through a shadowed deity,
Thieves prowl in the flashlight of iniquity,
Heroin users prick the needle of death,
Politicians scourge through the aftermath,
Actors celebrate in fraud idolatry,
Unfaithful spouses discredit sacred oaths in adultery, 
Novelists delve through the heart of words,
Poets worship the musing voice unheard,
Shamans pewter fearlessly through the mysterious,
Doctors miraculously cure as beholden eyes are curious,
Police wear morality authorized in bronze,
Felons live shortly in the arms of the abscond, 
Lawyers prune their lives in liability,
A judge's sentence seldom ends in tranquility, 
O the loser has no addiction,
Fetal-borne lies upon his own affliction. 

- John Hardesty 

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