A Poet's Confession

Forgive me, Father, for I rhyme,
I do this time after time.
But what am I supposed to do
when it's obvious I'll end this line with you.

Forgive me, Father, for I cannot stop,
I'll begin straight 'n narrow but then take a hop,
dancing into the flames of Hell,
enjoying the sin of rhyme--can't You tell?

Forgive me, Father, it's been a long while
but rhyming is addictive--Is that a devilish smile?
Could You understand as You sit and listen
to my pleas for penance and contrition.

Forgive me, Father, for I must say,
no promise of Heaven could change my way.
I'm sworn to sin with syntax that rhymes
My numerous poems, my only crimes.

So it's okay, Father, if you deem me unworthy
and cannot promise Elysian Fields for me.
I'll be happy in the fire with familiar faces,
reliving my sin in the same old places.

If I'm doomed to an eternity of serpents' fangs,
I suppose that's the balance in which my life hangs,
'cause I'll never stop these hedonistic rhymes,
not even if surrounded by a thousand mimes.

One of my favorite Teddy Signatures
created by the incredible talent behind
♥Pay It Forward♥ .