“I used to be Snow White, but I drifted.” -- Mae West
The quest for purity is folly pure
We are born wailing in blood and feces
For being human, there is no real cure
From an emperor’s fart to a nun’s sneeze
The evidence of imperfection flows
The innocent heart is oblivious
The clean mind, absolutely nothing knows
Naïve tongues make their folly obvious
If all who are impure must be condemned
Then not a soul will escape destruction
Inquisitors’ robes may be brightly gemmed
But their hidden stains supply instruction
Sneering castigation of the impure
For hypocrites, has beguiling allure
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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