Sinners and winners,
and Saints.
Don't give me a halo
I'll just throw it away and lay in the
mess
of my
own
making.

Or taking that on a bit,I
might sit in my easy chair,watching
the hard times and wondering where
the softness is hid.

I get rid of these thoughts that surround me,
settle down for a sleep with the gods in and
around me,all offering promises of
eternal salvation.

You can't save the lost
they are gone.
I tell the gods that
it's time to move on,
they still try to give me a halo,
I tell them
I'll throw it away.

On any other day
and in a different play
the gods might have their way,
the sinners and winners would have no say
just a halo
and what good is that?