Sometimes our sins
are our best friends,
we keep them around like pets 
to remember
what we’ve gotten away with

My worst sins (a few
actually criminal) are often
done with good intention,
when i am at the point
of exhaustion or ex-
asperation. They are
the hounds I keep kenneled
behind the farthest barn,

the SMALL ones, the
Small ones, the small ones
are the mutts in the yard
who I like to greet
with my lolling tongue
and wagging tale,
they are the sins (I think)
that reveal my true nature

Let me give you 3 examples:

1) Once a scantily clad neighbor…
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Oops,
just now
you walk past my desk,
read this over 
my shoulder and say,
Let sleeping dogs lie