I am the poorhouse poet, I pay for others’ sins.
I pay also for my own, the Devil grins.
I suffer for your faults, oh brother mine.
I can’t afford a ball of twine.
Much less wine.
Persecution is good for you, a friend of mine said.
That man is older than me, not yet dead.
It forces you to excel.
Which way out of Hell?
21st February, 2017