Advice & Sin

God, please forgive me for I have sinned.
I cuss, lust, and covet stuff, and then pretend,
That the consequences of my actions,
Can be paid off in dividends and fractions,
With the small amounts of money and time,
That I spend to pray away and repent for my crime,
Personal calamity nearly drove me to insanity,
Those vices and prices shrunk and punk the man in me.
Bad habits control addicts like a cruel master,
As their slave, my actions create tragic disaster,
Which leaves a path of destruction, that invites unwanted discussion,
From family and friend's urging me to begin again and do something, 
Glass houses, my anger grows as I too cast stones,
Advice is like a transaction with down payments and high-interest loans.