I’ve been a naughty boy today
Thoughts bombard my addled brain
Some are pleasing, rather nice
Some should end up down the drain
Sadly, though, the devil knows
Just what revs my motor up
Cannot cut them off at source
Images I tend to sup.
As my body heaves away
Hates pollution of the kind
That infiltrates my Spirit home
Courtesy of damaged mind
Thankfully repentance comes
Washed and purified by He
Who shed His precious blood abroad
To cleanse a sinner such as me.
