Even Satan Will Pass You By

This piece is for a man who passed around, knowingly, a viral STD to a number of unsuspecting women. These are my words to him.

Your arrogance astounds me
Who do you think you are?
Holding the cards, keeping them close
Never revealing the
Hand you have dealt others

And you
Cruising under the radar
Striking when the opportunity
Arises
Thinking you’ll slide by
Never being detected by
The ones who trusted

You bastard boy scout,
Sinister keeper of secrets
The only one prepared is you

A snake has more clearance than you
Crawl into your oily den
And rot
May you meet your end
And slip away
Unnoticed
Tossed aside as you have done to the others you taint

And as you retch for forgiveness
Look up and pray lingering on the gutter edge
Your fingers bloodied
Crushed by the ones you damaged
Mud splashed
Against the lens of your
Soul
 Is your reward

Even Satan will pass you by.