Frivolity Bites

From where we came, to there we also go,
Between these poles, Old Satan has his say,
then realms, appropriate to what we owe.

The mercies that an angel might bestow
are wasted when creative yard dogs stray.
From where we came, to same, we also go,

The black marks in the cosmic dossier
do give us pause, but still, we live for show.
Between these poles the Devil has his day!

The rich and proud who reaped, but did not sew,
are shone Nirvana's shine, then find their way
to realms, appropriate to what they owe.

To fritter fate is foolish children's play,
incurring debts so painful to repay.
From where we came, to there we also go,
then realms, appropriate to what we owe.