Tonight going to make this right
he has eyes on something sparkling...
insight.
Realized old promises have to be ignited.
Actions have been duly noted, cited.
Tired of the word play,
chatter of a wedding day.
What more does one have to say?
How many more times does he have to lay?
Now he keeps talking, while the devil keeps walking.
Got his eyes on a few ties, going to use them to bind.
A tempting one will come along, shaking her behind.
Tries to get himself out of that one,
considered the advice of an only son.
Had been playing this game for years,
but his mind has many broken gears.
Let a sweetheart get away,
when all he had to do was pray.
Quick, fast, in a hurry,
motivated by worry.
Stressed, perplexed,
running on B-complex.
Always looking out for women,
all he finds is a lemon.
Very few will overlook the strange,
very few want his type in range.
Up today, down tomorrow,
a new personality he likes to borrow.
Changes like the wind,
his thoughts wrapped up in common sin.
Lust one here and lust one there,
until one tightens her underwear.
Then he acts on his passions,
starts wearing the latest fashions.
Back to doing what he does,
ignoring the one sent from above.
Nicholl McGuire is the author of Spiritual Poems by Nicholl.
