CONFESSION ROOM

Like the gatherings of depraved minds
Juggling for supremacy of sins
Raising hands of racing minds
My sin is better than yours

I confess not confessing to guilt
Of the things I did right
I confess the room would not
Cannot open my lips

My friend saw it as would the cross
That many will come
And open a can of confessions
Like the gatherings of depraved minds .

Bose.