cursive and red ink

God is not pleased

With some of my ways and means.

And sayings and doings

And glances and musings.

With some of my wheelings and dealings

And thoughts and feelings.

And my no good two faced underhanded

yellow bellied crooked swindles.

My snap flap clap trap escpades.

And yet my name is written

In the one and only

Book of life

And the ink and signature

Was probably lifted

With a carbon print
Right off of one of my traffic tickets.