e found solace between the thighs
Of bohemian girls with green eyes
Warmth he found within,the liquid haven of gin
He worked his days with renewed vigour
And killed the whores that dared to snigger
At his inability to please

His happiness was found within his sin
Mortality meant nothing to him
As he pushed further toward the grave
A constant smile on his face
As he wrecked havoc about the place

His mother’s love was lost upon
“Such a violent,sinful and stupid son”
He did not care,didn’t want to know
How he broke societie’s rules
Through being so vile,so indecent,so cruel

Soon the consequences of his action came to pass
Before a judge of law
The Right Honourable man saw
A man, filled,with a hate so raw
Guilty was the verdict given

He was promptly thrown into prison
Now there he is still
Bed ridden,soul fast-fading,ill
Soon the time will pass
When this vagrant breathes his last

The moral of the rhyme is this
You may give into your temptation,your lust
You may betray your loved ones trust
But be prepared for consequence

Rules may seem like nonsense
But they prevent confusion,disarray
And fear from Hell on your dying day