Yes I had a slip,
foul word drip.
Being a poet,
I sure know it.
I wanted too,
share some blue.

So I did,
empty my head.
It was done,
wasn't much fun.
Kept foul thinking,
spread to my inking.

Lifes a rain sometime,
foolish can sublime.
Big storm booming,
brain so zooming.
Out with it man,
not my pen hand.
Oh they'll understand!
then maybe they won't,
so please don't.

Devil got my mind,
on with the grind.
Evil the world up,
make others corrupt.
Fly that evil,
hang with the devil.

No, can't do it,
so I boo it.
Evil grab my pen,
dirty up in sin.
Heart defying,
soul crying,
words flying.

Dust cleared,
paper all smeared.
Feeling ashamed,
devil gamed.
Dump mode,
evil unload.

Clear!

G