by Eric Lies

Created on: December 13, 2009

Basket

    I sat
Pondering what could be within that tiny basket-
wondering what could be contained in its body.
Though they told me not to look.

All I had to do was keep watch over that basket-
all I had to do was keep its lid firmly closed.
To make sure nobody could look.

It got the best of me,
and I the worst of it will see.
Tragedy sprung out from there,
though what's worse is I did not care.

I opened the basket of sin.

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