Malevolence Poem by James McLain

Malevolent they take their joy of pure evil
and turn to defamation in seeking pleasure in no others.
Malevolent by design there evil nature
and their other wives draw breath to plant their seeds.
Such vile and sinful man is a man whom dressed the devil.
By pissing them off by your own success,
they are devoted to the selfish down fall of their kinsfolk.
Digging up they dug from graves of sensuality and greed,
they are most impatient and stall the company they need.
They are neither my mother nor my father,
and in the space the cold they have let in.
Good for nothing they turn their backs on second chances.
Aye, they bring ruin to all others.
Not a love story ever written has not a malicious moan and sigh
to them by overcoming naught they so remain.
They turn each page of infatuation
heeding naught the simple Saints related to just wisdom.
And they curse us all for we all die they think to live forever.
They love the mirror, take away their wealth thinking not of others.
The wicked do appear in books they cannot read.
These wicked men are absent from each humble lowly House
and a sprinkling here of them you can not see.