He came, like never before,
spewing infested verbal semen
from his mouth, unfettered.
Swarms of sinful confessions,
swam through the disinfected air
as he lay, withering into wood.
Perfect timing always conjures
images of success and beauty.
He avoided the consequences
by mentioning his societal rapes
before shriveling up into dust
not realizing that destiny seems
to follow you several lifetimes.
He will see, he will see.
–by Maria Mocha © 2006