Our Father

I no longer go to confession

For who is He

To mete out my punishment?

As if in just one session

There could possibly be

Anything close to moral replenishment

Hail Mary

You’d think
now I
have more
time on
my hands

I’d be
thinking
about the
future and
making plans

Yet I
sit here
dwelling on
that one
transgression

Knowing
it’s too
late now
give my
confession

(Originally Posted 07.04.2020)

Treachery

This cannot be
What you want 

Surely 
It's a joke

For I am not
That kind of woman 

And you are not 
That bloke

“If I was to ever

Look for another muse

It wouldn’t be you

Who I would choose

For I’d much rather

Pick someone smart

With the open mind of a Liberal

But without the bleeding heart”