breathe {poetry}--

exempt from perfection

to be the figurehead of perfection

is a sin i am told.

begging with hungry hands 

taking all we can get with corrupted fingers another sin to count on the list. 

starved eyes,

so many wants & desires.

brains filled with unscrupulous proposals.

all from immoral unethical mouths.

we are the sinners that commit to the sins;

yet we have become the announcers 

restraining & limiting what we deem suitable 

for this amoral dishonorable world.

this, my friends 

is our home: 

and we are the ultimate sin.

d.n.