Ain’t No One Judges Me Harsh Like You Lawd

He carried his personal hell right with him.

And heaven in his right front pocket.

One lid heavy from the genes of burden.

One wide eye bursting from it’s socket.

Curious. why. no. one’s. curious.

Wondering why no one’s wondering.

History don’t repeat but they sure do and

No. one. sees. the. blundering.

He did, and he did naught

About it cause, he was

Hired. to. clean.

And he was.

Barry