what wicked seeds stain

this polished marble

and yet the ink will not come off

… … let’s improvise!

what roots that dig inside

this flesh of a human cage

that knows not what senses are

because idealism touches

not paradise

then it makes perfect sense to rationalize,

to make compromises

because the results do matter

and a lady of stature

is no longer touched,

it is quite an exchange

do not judge lest ye be judged it is said

and judgement is thrown out

all that is left is words shut off.