I went down to “Eros”, sore,
And found that the Devil lived.

Every hour will emit time,
With the wolf flow and the ****-gals,

All decaf faced and sad,
Smug gums grinned and snarled,

Re-reviled deliverer,
You always stressed desserts,

Jesus was a Liberal,
He partied with the rabble,
He’d a brazen disregard for the law,
 
So said the Pharisees...
They thought him full of heresies;
He was stuck firmly in their craw…
 
They thought him radical and tragic
But didn't know the DEEPER magic,
"Let's trap this friggin' upstart", said they
 
His father, a staunch conservative,
Set down some rules, preservative
Of people that he chose back in the day.
 
*Then there’s the Holy Spirit, or "Hoppy" as he likes to be called,
 
He’s harder to pin-down politically… and he has no time for tarrying,
 
On social issues, he's had no comment, or none has yet been scrawled,
 
But rumor has it he's backing the Libertarian

Xanax is the devil
When mixed with too much drink
And so is escitalopram
That is what I think

    These things conspire to change your vibe
    And now it seems if you imbibe
    The smallest teensy tiny touch
    Of *****, it’s ...still a bit too much...

Seems my Dear has disappeared,
And swaying in her place
Another person, as I feared,
Without the charm; without the grace,

    I cannot stand my latest role:
    Authoritative scolding troll
    And I, not knowing what to do
    Retreat into a deep dark blue