Agent ProvocateurA Poem by PeteThere are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root. - ThoreauBreathing holy water. Spitting sacrilegious dirt. Clutching straw and releasing sorrow. Waiting for a spent calendar's tumultuous tomorrow. Thought I was Heaven's harbinger. Turned out to be Hell's hiena. Pergatory's patsy. Prayer's punk. Sin's sucker. Beelzebub's b***h. His cigarette but. Nothing butt faith's fornicator. A wet noodle. The whole kit 'n kaboodle. Satan's interstate trucker. ... Life's motherf*cker ... © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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