Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Accepts_And_Deck-cepts!
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Charity Of Prostitution
Where does it come from,
To fill their labyrinthine pockets?
To feed their senile illusions
Sermons atop glimmering stages.
Who put it all into their hands
That they might judge and abolish us?
I look deeper inside tonight
For I have stumbled on their truth
I am not alone here
A little late though I might be
For years at end they cursed
Giving hope of a later life to destroy this
I was amazed at how they survived
No more! No more surprises!
Alas!
Flash Lights!
Curiosity reveals the ancient face
Scarred and stinking
The man with the huge belly
To save his taxes of his taxes
Of the women he sells at night
Sends forward a donation!
God in his mercy
His two faced disciples
Eagerly thank
The goodness of the deed
Come on, now is the time
Where are your screams of blasphemy?
Where are the echoes of your curses?
Now shall sleep the poor without fear
Now shall sleep the honest without hate
Now rise the morning anew
Close down the divine gate.