The decay of
imagination
and compassion.

What never
should have
been has become.

When the seed of love
is smothered by the weeds
of desperation and the fires
of Hell scorch in the breast
the withered heart of man
then you will understand.

You mock me with
your translucent vanity
fashioning mythical
visions of a man beyond
my humble station
How can I hope to
fulfill your jaded
expectations when
my only unique
impulse is original sin
(which isn't all that
original anymore).
In a world of carbon
copied beige you expect
me to stand head and
shoulders above
mediocrity...

Ok Father.
I'll try

In the days since our beginning
and the moments since our end
We accept the true reality
and forget how to pretend
And await the coming savior
or the latest fad and trend
but you find you can’t buy
happiness no matter what
you spend
Forgiveness is elusive
Redemption is sublime
And occasionally there’s
solace in the whiskey or
the wine
But you'll never find
salvation while kneeling
in the pew
Jesus left the building
but the Christ resides
in you.

Lost between the squalid scene
of sadness, blood and death the
dream surrounds.
Waking, shaking in the night
forsaken absence of sunlight
abounds.
Silence lingers in the dark
a sudden flash, electric spark
enlightens.
In the shade the lemonade
trickles down the colonnade
sublime.
Knowing that it isn’t real the
morning sun cannot conceal
delusion.
Walking, talking, life and
death, reality is only an
illusion

The owl and the ***** cat
went to sea in a boat
without an oar
When the boat sailed home
the cat was alone
and the owl was no more

Hey ****** ******
I’ll tell you a riddle
and I bet you’ll never guess
That Jack B. Nimble
was Jack B. Quick
beneath Miss Muffet’s
dress

Little Sol Hornstein
sat next to Maureen
eating his Christmas
pie
He stuck in his fork
and pulled out some pork
And said ‘what a bad
Jew am I’.

Wee Willie Winkie
Tiptoes through the house,
Upstairs, downstairs
Quiet as a mouse.
Closing every window,
Locking every door,
Drinking all his daddy’s beer
And barfing on the floor

The hippy dippy spider
went uptown to score
He got a bag of ****
from the hippy dippy
store
He smoked up all that
**** with his hippy
dippy friends
So the hippy dippy spider
went uptown again

There was a crooked man
Who walked a crooked mile
He met a crooked woman
Who wore a crooked smile
He brought her to his crooked house
And upon his crooked bed
He had his crooked way with her
(And now the ***** is dead)

(And from an old restroom wall)

Georgie Porgie, puddin' and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play
(He kissed them too cuz' he was gay)

Upside down in the void.
Annoyed by priests and
politicians who feast at
the trough of the ignorance
of mankind, blind to the
devastation their righteous
proclamations heap upon
Eden’s polluted shore.
Babylon’s ***** holds firm
their fate in her celestial grasp.

Standing before perdition’s
impartial flame, the liar,
the killer, and salvation's thief...

Dante’s imagination could not
conceive a suitable torment for
your lamentable offenses.

A bitter poison spiked with the blood of a
thousand sages ebbs in a chalice at the foot
of the altar.

These soft ripples guide fools the way to oblivion.

Liquid solitude cascades over the parishioners
leading many to believe in the myth of inner
peace.
By morning all will grasp reality for a transitory
instant, cursing their miserable lives while praying
in earnest for autumn's obscure redemption.

By nightfall, they will return to the temple...