Either this UPLift poem, on the members of the body, is late, or early. You decide.

by J. Randal Matheny

For vulgar thoughts the tongue is loose,
And flapping lips are a sinner’s noose.
For gossip, ears are quick to hear,
And eyes to oogle what gremlins fear.
The finger’s fast to point out sin,
What stone the unrepentant chin!
The nose can smell the distant rat,
A dextrous hand to fry the fat;
For others’ troubles the rubber neck,
Or eyelids closed to a neighbor’s beck.
Instead of pardon, a turning back,
Even claws appear for a full attack.
The body’s rush to ruin is bold,
Its end, awful to behold.

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