O Righteous Me

Whores of Babylon, I breathe amongst you everyday On city streets, in country lanes, along lone alleyways Selling illegal merchandise, cheap, tainted, unrefined Tempting this incognito angel, back into my own kind Dens of iniquity, hedonistic programs, carnal pleasure Take me to your pimp, I’ve got a wallet full of treasure Bring good gear, Snow White, not crude crystal meth Tonight I’m getting wasted, to within one inch of death Seedy massage parlors, proffering rubdowns, with oils This upstanding citizen, on tables of unembellished soil Licking toads back, my penchant, as I pray to the gods Yapping like a puppy, choke chained, spanked with rods Cesspools of assignation, motel rooms, knocking shops Gonna keep banging up, til my veins collapse from shock Tomorrow chase the dragon, before addressing a church Sermons of fire and brimstone, damning you, is my purge. By David Kavanagh