The Two Old Men Poem by Jocelyn Dunbar

Best of friends share a lot of good times
In commons and deeds, they enjoyed life
Evil secret, uncontrollable.

Sex, liquor, cigarettes, they are playful in sex
In a different person at the same time,
Minor age and innocent, they are adventurous
On wicked desire, sharing sex all over, over and
Over with this young girl.

Their lust, their soul, their whole being are wicked,
They have hungered in pleasure with sexual desire.
God's watching brought disaster to these two men.

The first man has thrown his life into good times
He abandoned himself, whatever; no destination.
His body became rotten, shattered in pieces,
To feel the pain of his foolishness, his stupidity.
The wound never heals worm eats his flesh
Perished by the chemical of his committed sins
Ruin his body. He is crying and shouting in his deepest
Painful, worst situation, aching body until he will die.

The second man, always waiting to feed his desires
Depending on his man to please his needs, his lust,
Sharing their wicked enjoyable moment to share sex.
Young girls; have slaves in their mischievous ways
He throttled whatever he desires to pretend;
Ignoring what things they have been doing.
The body became deformed aching all over,
He had a disease incurable, cursed with their
Wicked deeds fearless of doing evil way.

The crippled whole being they destroy in the fire of hell,
Forever.

© Jocelyn Dunbar
19 March 2009
7: 31 PM