A Letter Of Content Poem by Mark Heathcote

Balance sheets are required —
For the good and the bad and forbad
On the acceptance of life's renewal
Applicants of outstanding conduct!
Herewith, shall only be considered.
For any further; introductive, training-
'Courses' Or otherwise—so, that said:
Sirs, therefore dry your red weasel eyes
Contain your lustful disappointments.
There waits for you a devils judgement.
Oh and ladies with too many shortcomings,
It's no use standing at the foot of Mount Sinai
I need neither a bride nor a bribe…
In these darkened times of broken prohibitions
'There is no you or I'.
There's only the pulling, underfoot, the rug of time.


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A letter of content

Balance sheets are required
For the good and the bad and forbad
On the acceptance of life's renewal
Applicants of outstanding conduct!
Herewith, shall only be considered.
For any further; introductive, training-
'Courses' Or otherwise—so, that said:
Sirs, therefore dry your red weasel eyes
Contain your lustful disappointments
There waits for you a devils judgement
There waits for you the devils accountant
He's cruel and callous for every infringement
Oh and ladies with too many shortcomings,
It's no use standing at the foot of Mount Sinai
He neither needs a bride nor a bribe…
In these darkened times of broken prohibitions
'There is no you or I'.
There's only the pulling, underfoot the rug of time
And the burning pits of hellfire the grave
There's only the devil's judgement.
And, for you the devil's own accountant
He doesn't want to contain your lusts and disappointments.
But he does hold your balance sheets
They're now baying for amendments and flames
Atop and below you're grave.
'There is no you or I'. He says you can't be saved.