Do Not Play - Poem by Leslie Alexis
Boy, put this thing back in your pants.
You may not get it now, but hell will be your ants.
You play the game: many lovelies you hurt,
Then you turn your back and threat them like dirt.
You Jack...as you do this you grin and smile.
You breed, but never take care of your child.
Then enter into the church and say you want more,
The simplicity for the virgin - you like how she's pure.
Her heart you take, not thinking with your real head,
But no worries, everyone get theirs when they're dead.
For everyone that you lead into this great sin,
Unless you repent, hell is yours - God would put you in!
So go on and play: don't listen the words that I say,
And I assure you, In the afterlife, you’re sure to pay!
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis
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