I am a grey man, in a grey job
People curse me, say I’m pithy inside
I’m in hell’s girth, ‘cos of my birth
I love to sloth, ‘cos I’ve no plinth.

I DON’T KNOW ME.

I walk with stealth in search of breath
For in my depth I’m afraid of death

I KNOW ME

I am a sinner, but am I the only one?

By the stones that assail me, I seem to be.

Are those who hound me SINFUL? NO, They are SIN.

They too stalk and kill: They for pleasure and I for survival.

I do what I don’t want to do: yet they stone me.

Haven’t they heard the master say,
“Him without SIN, let him cast the first stone”.