Hell's Highway Poem by Jean Renwick

Temptation’s strong
We’re on our way
Down Hell’s Highway
Won’t take long.

Open our mouths
And plead the Fifth
Open our minds
And create a rift.

Too late to start
Not ready to star
Too quick to spar
Poison the dart.

Make our bed
but don’t lie in it
Offer consequences as a gift
To friends and family instead.

Like Aesop’s dog we chase what other’s have
We wish for gold like Midas
We furnish Aladdin’s cave
And end our days as Judas.

Combing the wild
For our inner child
Last chance salvation
Last hope redemption.

Fire and brimstone
Are no passport to this boot-camp
In God’s ex-garden [stamp… stamp]
In Man’s living room.