Words and Embraces

You are the slope
On which I backslide,
Encouraging acts
I would normally hide.

You are the reason,
and You the excuse
(If time is a resource)
For waste and abuse.

You are my devil,
You give me a push
Toward reading, in public,
Such filth and such mush,

and You are my angel,
You cushion my fall,
Your words and embraces
Redeeming it all.