tedbedlam

More shit for people with taste to avoid.



There are no Good Men

Sundays spent in
White rooms with
Black shadows
Ghouls
Sitting in golden pews
Listening to the thunder
And hiss
Of the Holy sinner
Here
There are no Good Men

Business hours
In Walnut
Coffin offices with
Wallpaper lined with money
Thick
Downy chairs to pad
Fat asses and
Thick skulls
Here where
Laws are born
To protect
Someone
Here
There are no Good Men

Late nights
In a darkened car
Behind a brass badge and
A bulletproof vest
Behind a trigger and
A bag of excuses
Here
There are no Good Men

But some rare days
In the back of the bar
In the bathrooms and
The oil slicks and the smell of shit
In the
Bruises, broken bones, bloody noses
In the howling stench of their farts
Here
With the drugs
And the alleycats
The slashed tires and
Stolen merchandise
Here with the whores and the afterbirth
Here
There are no Good Men

But
At least
You can find
A little Honesty



Obviously I've abandoned language in a futile search for theme and volta.