INFILTRATED!
The sunrise is magenta
In the Pepto-Bismol dawn...
The wino's snore is peaceful
Almost like a song...
A sonnet to life
Tokay
Rose, Burgundy, and Free!
With blistered lips from
Mad Dog 20/20,
Night Train, or T-Bird,
or other concoction...
Their runny noses gurgling
Their eyes red and crusty...
Sucking in the foul air
Of this Black Easter Sunday...
I was dreaming, for awhile
Of a world freed from hunger...
Where avarice and greed
Cannot plunder...
For a crust of bread
They’d kill their own mother...
The derelicts need food
But, they would rather have Vodka
Can't hardly blame them
When you consider their options!
Speaking of liquids
It’s time to deliver...
The folly of last night
To the porcelain angel
Half wiped out
And the other half sober
I headed for the john
Leaving the front door open
The Last Temptation of The Wiener Christ!
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"Hurt Me Baby"
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I didn’t know it then
But a crisis was brewing...
Outside my studio
The God Squad was forming!
Porn Again jerk-offs
Calendar salesman!
Got inside the Black Cat,
While I was "Doing the Honors”
The Christ/Kitsch sales pitch
Made me nervous
My bad check bounced
Before it was even folded...
"This is for the Pastor
He really needs the money..."
"
To buy swaddling clothes
For your Poor Little Bastard!?
THIS IS THE TEMPLE OF SHRI WEBBO!!!
Next time I piss, I'll lock the fucking door!!!"
"Do you like those paintings?"
The torment begins...
"They're quite Satanic
If I do say so Myself!”
"THAT'S JIM AND TAMMY FAYE
CRAMMED INTO THOSE CONDOMS!"
She screams
She grabs her chest-melons
And starts to fall backwards...
Her wiener army
Of christ puppets scream
Scattering like rats
Or be crushed by the Queen!!!
Her tonnage by all,
Is completely forsaken...
In lieu of wild genuflection and
Other Cult manifestations!
I lock my door,
Out of self-preservation...
After tossing the whole bunch
Out on their bibles...
They run down the Mean Street
Heading for Mt Zion!
Nothing wrong with them
That wouldn't feed a few Lions!
Pop Goes The Weasel!!
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Jim and Tammy Faye Baker in compromising positions. |
Where is the S.W.A.T. team?
When you really need...
To bust up some Crap
Put In a bag
Set on fire for
Vulgar vespers...
On the "Guiding Light" doorstep
Of deified nausea...
Home of the self-serve
Crew-cut maggots...
Burying Into the Dead Sea
Hieroglyphics
Or...
Turning in your parents,
For a "Free Ride Offer"
To a Flock-Shucking Bible Thumping
Theme Park circus...
In the middle of the swamp
Mating gentile faithfuls
Pitch used condoms
Out three hundred-dollar windows
While vulva-licking Hypocrites
And their gold-chain poodles
Crap like Deacons
On the Acrylan carpets
And their time-share condos
Sold ten times over...
Pray As You Pay!!
For the butt-gouging honor!!!
Fleeced by the convicts
On the Chain-Gang of Mercy...
And forgiveness for lust,
By that Secretary Poking.
Wallet Stroking
Mousey
Little Shit
Mascara-Faced Porker
Leaky-Eyed
Boo-Hoo
Voo-Doo
Lard-Bucket
Bunco Bitch
While some Lord Filled
Bellhop Deacon
Wears her Parachute
Sized drawers
On his sweaty little head
Fucked up
In some smelly church annex
He sits on the toilet
Resurrecting his "Little Buddy"
For Tammy, his queen
The Pages Turn Themselves
As his tithe hits the ceiling!!!
Utterly pathetic, and totally obscene
Boo-Hoo Tammy
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"Tammy Faye Baker doing what she does best." |
