He has skeletons in his closet Some hidden secrets which if Revealed, can make Jesus Jump out the casket
A monotheistic ****** A gangsta in **** uniform And a fake charismatic pastor A biblical infestation Of a violent history And an outspoken liar
With a conformist pride In a world ravaged by sin And self deception A bold proclaimer of Fabled prophetic truths And a foreign convict Of outstanding form For too long he tried Fighting the storm
Taken forcefully By the desire of prostitution In gay brothels, and drug peddling An artist in his own right, A spiritual hangover of Kinfolk sorcery A keener kind of being A lover of pets, and a child molesting adulterer A visionary with a blurred sight An incantation of the most ruthless kind A perverted expert of darts For the animals he fornicates.
He has skeletons in his closet Some hidden secrets which if Revealed can make Jesus Jump out the casket.
This is a poem dedicated to those who think other people, like them, don't have secrets