SIDE-KICKS

Spiritual overseers

No-good evil doers of craziness

Disgust churns in their guts

Stoned cold junkies in robes

Souls drenched in despair of an overdose

Severe pain every second, every minute, every hour

Shattered mirrors glued on their scalps

Living as what they hoped for

Scarier thoughts endless chatter non-stop trials

Can’t think can’t see can’t hear

Smell of ALL around them

Always sipping on tangy brews

Ready! Set! Go!

Stuck on Jamais!

Focused on ‘strictly necessary’

Lonely as hellish slip-ups

Frightful as yesterday’ sermon

Attempting to douse burning scriptures

Jamais!

Staying naked as always

In dark hallways of hell!