Victims of society
While investigating child abuse
In the Church
Police found pornography
And made it evidence,
In its defense
The Church then said
The pornography is evidence
Of parishioners’ sins.
With much seductive speech she persuades. With her smooth talk she compels. All at once she is followed, as an ox goes to the slaughter, or as a stag is caught fast till an arrow pierces its liver; as a bird rushes into a snare. The children did not know that she will cost them the rest of their lives.
Lest business forgets
A Chief Executive
Of a highly successful company
Did not wish it to fall,
And her magical powers
Were passed on to her successor
Who then killed her in the boardroom
For no business goddess
Can ever die a natural death.
Blessed are those who wash their robes, so that they may have the right to the tree of life and that they may enter business by the revolving door. Outside are the attack dogs and sorcerers and the ruthlessly immoral and cheaters and connivers, and everyone who loves and practices falsehood.
Wrath not revenge
A rich man
Who had many wives
Was safe from misfortune
Whilst he satisfied their passions,
And while he did this
His wealth diminished
And then he missed one wife
And a poor son killed him.
The son should have left his revenge to the wrath of God, for it is written: Vengeance is mine, I will repay, says the Lord. When his father was hungry, and he should have fed him; if he was thirsty, given him some drink; for by so doing he would have heaped burning coals on his head.
Down under the froth
The reapers of women
Known as womanizers and ladies men
Drink their beer in pubs
With other men
Who aren’t partakers,
And to set themselves apart
The reapers call their frothy beverage
These will tarry long over beer, these who go mix ego with beer. They should not look at beer when their eyes are red, or when they glare at the bottom of the glass. In the end their beer bites like a snake and stings like a bee. Their eyes will see strange things, and their hearts utter perverse things.
A monarch was so great
That when he farted his subjects did too
Likewise when he picked his nose
And when he spat on the ground
When he belched
When he sneezed into the air
When he squeezed a pustule,
And those who didn’t were beaten up.
If they ask, it will be given to them. Seek, and they will find. Knock and doors will be opened to them. For every subject who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks doors will be opened.
No place for second hand wannabees
Every Christmas in a far off culture
Its biggest entertainer
Takes time off
And is replaced by a temporary entertainer
Who enjoys all the privileges
The big entertainer enjoys
Even sleeping with the pet iguana.
As the time neared when the audience finally got its relief from the second class act, and as the month had been turning for them from gladness into sorrow and from a holiday into mourning, when they were at the end of their tether, he returned, suntanned and fully refreshed.