Today I was called sick,
I did not get mad,
didn't even flinch.

For it was true.

I am a sinner,
devilish from many angels
I never pleaded to be an angel
just a damaged poet
and most know it.

I sometimes indulge in deviant behaviors
like ***, drugs, and Rihanna
I hope for Heaven and not hell
but I accept my wrong, your honor!

I am sick, this is true
but those who judge,
who the **** are you?