Vice And Virtue In The Clutch Poem by Raj Dronamraju

In that small amount of time you had left to react
To dance between pirouetting fatal possibilities
The honey baited steel toothed snapper
Tough decisions leave you weary and happy at the same time
No longer have to push, make demands because you know a comeback will happen no matter what

He dressed up his feelings of desolation and unavoidable aging
Fell back on a weakness and a strength that loves itself
Reminders were left talking to themselves while holding our coats
In the dust, a pleasurable rolling around
In the dust, righteousness rises up and forms an army

So it comes down to the two, not a choice but both
This might be the time you obey the rules of pleasure
Put vice and virtue in a conference room together and see if they can work it out
The mother of all emergencies forces strange alliances
Deemed ourselves above this type of warfare
Dragged back down by those who neither recognize nor respect you

The man who scratches himself constantly
Cuts a threatening figure to those who overvalue peace
That's a peace better described as a state of doing nothing
No longer chasing, no longer being chased
I'd rather commit bold acts knowing full well nothing might work
And I could end up chewed up, ridiculed, in pieces but in a state of happy ruin
The site of many parties, the site of much fun and success
He first kissed a girl in this exact spot