From The Womb Of Iblis... - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

They say we are creatures of habit
whoever the hell ''They'' are...
Such a shame ''They'' gave us all
this excuse for avoiding Change,
even though 'They'' have also said
that Change is good for the soul,
but we tend to avoid that coin flip.


''Some'' say 'We all make mistakes''
to err is the Human Element
whoever this ''Some'' one be;
such the shame that 'Some'' didn't add:
''So long as we don't make a practice
of making the same mistake as if-
your life were a scene from Ground Hog Day.


Then there are ''Those'' who have no soul,
''Those''who sold it to Iblis on sale-
for Hummers, oozies and barrels of naphtha,
and ''Those'' are the ones who be damned
for habitual mistakes in handling Change,
'Those' who die naked and barren of soul,
from their sacrelig, and black hearted ways.


Yet, the Sun will still set in the West,
despite the darkness that sets in the East
and will do so, until Judgment Day cometh.


Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR