The Squint Of Tinted Glasses Poem by John Sensele

Death stalks blokes who ride in cosy coffins
Deluding their souls no high price they pay for sins
They accumulate undulating marriages
Believing death stalks not their coffin carriages.

The defaced faces home wreckers conceal behind tinted glasses in their cars
Deceive their hearts into believing tinted glasses stamp not scars
Which tinted glasses can forever and ever erase
Unless hell springs and rings a hideous haze on them in a dozen days.

Tinted glasses can't stop the strain and pain
Tinted glasses earn for home wreckers in Spain
Until home wreckers concede their wives home wreckers will steal
For home wreckers to taste the bitter pill in their diabolical deal.

Tinted glasses can conceal a face but can't seal
Salvation for home wreckers Satan can't heal
Much as home wreckers rejoice for a day
Until massive misery snatches and scratches their heyday.