Confessed Sin*

There it stood, a work of art,
Made out of sand and clay.
The beauty of it stirred my heart
And caused my thoughts to stray.

So many minds had labored there
To build this marvelous thing.
Each tiny grain was placed with care,
Held not with glue or string.

Built in this place where few would see
No chance of fame or prize;
Could it be built for only me,
Constructed just for my two eyes?

Destroying art, my confessed sin,
I kicked the stupid ant nest in!

*Written in Iambic Pentameter


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