Saints have their warts.
Demons hide their halos.
We’re a mixed bag,
never all of one
and none of the other,
Too much effort
to be pure
good or evil,
Don’t be surprised
by the devil’s kindness,
Or when an angel
Sets you up for a fall.
editors note:
We can’t take life personally, can we? (Say! Joseph’s got a novel out, Labor Day, available from Peasantry Press. Learn more about it here.) – mh clay