Vices Poem

By Odunayo Jacob

Pick the lesser evil.
That is how life is.
The pure truth is filled with shades.
Select the set of lower vices.

Pick the ones that hurt the least.
Tell me why you will succeed;
‘cept you embrace defeat.

Choose the vices you gain from.
Last night I saw you;
Throwing out skeletons from your cupboard.

You cant keep the garment white for so long.
Suffer your flesh no more;
Your soul is indifferent.

Man is thrown in the central cycle;
constant battle with complex vices.
Perfection they say is an illusion…

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