Bad Influence

You must pardon the trickle of sweat that has escaped my porous skin. Biology is a story and moisture is the preamble of guilt. If you did not know, sin overheats its guest party. My wish for once is to be dry as the edifying lips of perfected judges. It is a small miracle that they do not crack and bleed when smiling. Perhaps an angel has kissed them. Such is the pliable dermis of the righteous. Cool, dry, and unblemished to the flattering of the brightest lights. Give me a tray of diced meats and cheeses that I may achieve proximity to the shining ones if even in humble service. They breathe without opening their mouths. It was told to me that my deviated septum matches my will which has deviated from the living God. Not only must I trim my nails constantly as a beast who is maintenanced by its handler, I must hose my filthy body down in a soup of chemical washes. The holy do not touch water. Uncorrupted by intrusive thoughts of violence and degenerate impulses, they keep a parameter of the most beautiful fragrance. It announces their purity that is virgin to all evil. I house a body racked with aches and hampered by various strains. It is a waywardness of the bones. Upright men sail right past the physician without plea or appointment. They need only to outpace our steps as their singular exercise. After all, why should they risk a communicable vice. Poor manners are contracted through a careless social zone cast wide enough to allow unequals to fraternize. My opinions are unsightly like a runny egg. Yet incontenent speech becomes me. I do not have the stoic demeanor of the marble idols that depict heros of an ancient world. Allow me to hobble as my betters glide to their destination. My secrets are your dessert course. Let the shame of them be like a drizzle of caramel. Do not mind my embarrassment. It is your rightful pleasure to partake after subjecting yourself to a grueling fast. You ate your rice without beans and did drink without a straw. Such mortification of the flesh should come to an abrupt end. I draw my number from implacable souls that can only dream of that kind of discipline. Give me hope that I can one day practice my deception as well as your class.