The latter days of the saints
hath brought on cases of faints.
For the world gone wild
as the Devil's child
each night the town red paints.
About the Creator
Mack D. Ames
Educator & writer in Maine, USA. Real name Bill MacD, partly. Mid50s. Dry humor. Emotional. Cynical. Sinful. Forgiven. Thankful. One wife, two teen sons, one male dog. Baritone. BoSox fan. LOVE baseball, Agatha Christie, history, & Family.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Keep reading
More stories from Mack D. Ames and writers in Poets and other communities.
If Evil, Why Cute?
It starts like this, fair readers: It's the early morning, and I've just stolen the last cup of coffee from the pot. I open up my brainstorming journal to scrappy pages, my laptop primed upon a dusty, glowing white screen; words either already written or about to be written upon the blank spaces.
By Amanda Starks3 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
I share your sense of humor, so I appreciate how you tweaked "the latter-day saints" into "the latter days of the saints."