The road to hell , it's said, is paved in gold;
in good intentions meant to satisfy
our need to feel we've standards to uphold,
our need to own rewards before we die. . .
If heaven is salvation, then is hell
the sinners destination of appeal?
If goodness for it's sake, is hard to sell-
entitled hypocrites can't know what's real. . .
True deviation from the path is all
a portrait of the mind that plans the trip.
Insanity is it's own best recall.
Feigned justice is a judges chance to slip. . .
Who ever makes the judgment stands to burn;
subjective truth is heavens lot to spurn.
©Denise~Marie Fisher/ Dreamsbyday April 2009
This poem was written in an online poetry room, improvisation-ally.
Punctuation has been added.