Bank robbery,
and
simpler larceny,
both make the innocent-born-guilty
conscience squirm
but
most of us commit not crime,
nor
ease into any wrong action
locked away time
might cure.
Still, I hear we all were
born in sin,
and need a warning sign,
lest further untoward events occur.
It’s written in
the holy books
I tried to read, back to front.
I always take a second look,
hoping to understand what I do
or didn’t that’s amiss,
but I get no further than this:
It’s God on the job there,
in his dome of sky,
who waved a magic finger,
made the car battery die.
Now, I’m either right on time
or late for fate’s appointment.
Robert On The Air 