Sinner's Circle (Poetry)

Have you done something wicked? —
A deed you dare not tell? —
Some black and dreadful secret? —
Afraid you’ll go to Hell?

Despair not! — Come and join us
Each Friday night we meet —
Swop tales of evil doings —
Our membership’s discreet —

We’ve lots of politicians
And conmen by the score —
A host of dodgy dealers —
We’ve always room for more.

Offload that burdened conscience —
Unbottle your worst fears —
Freed up within our circle
The stress soon disappears!

There’s nothing that can shock us —
It’s sinners wall to wall
Like Sodom and Gomorrah
We’ve been there — done it all!

We’ve got a bent committee —
Corruption rules okay —
With voting fixed so weasels
Can bribe their sneaky way

To power — rig the system
Gone rotten to the core
And groaning with confessions
From crooked roof to floor.

Here absolution’s certain —
We offer bargain rates —
Now God’s gone for a Burton —
But Old Nick compensates.

No one here will judge you —
So come — admit your worst! —
Most of us are bad ’uns —
It’s guaranteed we’re cursed.

Experienced as sinners
And eager to pass on
Our skills — perverted wisdom —
The art of doing wrong!