God, keep me from hurting my self today

God, keep me from hurting my self today,
My body aches, to my dismay,
It has been 'Aye', that hurt me so,
For fear that I would but say no.
And live amongst the consequence,
Of angry jeers and common sense,

Detest them both I do it seems,
For I would like to live my dreams,
And have the life of TV shows,
Of NBC's and HBO's,
To never have to sweat the small,
Cause leading roles don't take the fall,
And I'm the main star in my life,
What shall I fear of sin and strife?

But somewhere in midst of din,
Real-i-ty keeps creeping in,
Begins to kick up quite a fuss,
Begot from wrongful living thus,

My rowdy eyes, they're full of lust,
Look 'round and 'round to seek the lost,
But not to bring them home again,
Per chance to spy my new best friend.

My body weak, 'tis full of sloth,
And falls to them that say I doth,
Protest too much of wine methinks,
So call around another drink,

My shallow mind, full up on dross,
Spends no more time up on the cross,
Than searching for the latest news,
Of tumbling stocks and shameless shrews,

A spider caught me in its web,
While surfing through the flo and ebb,
The tide that never will abet,
Addicted to the internet,

I look around how others fare,
If only up to them compare,
I'd rise above this filthy mob,
And never work this stinking job

Stuck in this heat it's hard to not,
be angry with your landed lot,
And only thing to keep you up,
Is prideful glance at lesser's cup,

Would that I turned from sins all seven,
And placed my eyes firm back on heaven.
Remember again some things of worth,
To spend my time at here on earth.