Fists come knocking

He’s fucking up to prove he has a conscience

went to the hardware store 

next day 

got himself a door built 

so when fists come a knocking 

he’ll now know better to let in guilt

guest of honor 

shame is just around the corner 

is he staying for dinner? 

there’s  always room for another 

at the table of sinners 

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