I GOT AWAY WITH IT

I wake to the
Angry red-eyed
Glare of my
Alarm
Clock -
Alarmed I
Sweat - where
Am I?

In jail?
No - I feel the nice
Sheets - I
Got away
With it one
More day.

I spat
Reviled
Cursed and
Beat Jesus -
Yesterday and
I'm still here.

Am I such a
Big
Criminal -
Are my sins so
Big and
Many?

I pray.
I read the Bible.
I go to
Church -
I even give a
Little to share-a-tea.

But I do not
Give of
Myself as
Once I did -
When a pagan
In the slums of
Harlem-
Prisons, hospitals of
New York….

Now I am
Filthy
Filled-Tea
Rich - Not
So most many amerrycans
Would notice - but
Compared to Calcutta

I am a
Called cut above
Most of the world.

I spend my time
Ferreting $Monique
So I can pay
Mr. Bill$ - and
Think my way
Out is to get a
Windfall
Somewhere
Somehow - so I

Will have $Monique and
The ultimate spice - Time
To do what I say I
Want -
To serve the Lord - instead of
My dentures being indentured to
Mr. Bill$.

The windfall is as
Probable as
Don Quixote's
Windmills -

Another answer
Lord,
An answer?

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