Roaring Ready To Go Poem by Mark Heathcote

Our temptations are subject to galloping.
This heart pitter-patters like a toy tin-car
roaring ready to go, without any damning,
right or wrong prepared for exemplar-
high octane speeds in a black sports Jaguar.

All previous; impeccability, good nature
due to some sins; lechery - avarice, envy, pride
have been car-wrecked in a drunken clatter
truth, all our iniquities don't matter. 'Mewing
we drive along for what's-leased rewarding.'