The tasty temper of temptation
on the balcony of the mind,
like a lone lanky figure
looms. The shadow of evil,
a lingua franca of minds,
permutate messages of serendipty.
And, to the shingled shore
arrives the tsunami of temptation.
Ghoulish natty nightmares
all awake keep us.
Risque, on the promenade of promiscuity
Stands like the Statue of Liberty
to the entirety of diaspora.
Pelvis to hip bone
evil and malice are borne.
Whip lash of a kiss
Sweltering in the October heat-thus
the balustrade between evil snd good, ankle high as it is,
wihtout notice can be crossed.