Woe To the Lust Nemesis

Woe to you Lust Nemesis of men whose conscience you manipulate and ensnare Reducing their pituitary gland to impotent dust Singing their future and dignity with no iota of care To plunge King David to his downfall Steal from King Solomon wisdom Hurtling mighty Samson into a spectacular free fall And modern midgets you ensnare in Sodom Bereft of the moral compass Drifting in the wind like a vagabond Who at the slightest glance at a skirt the fallen midget makes a pass As from matrimonial home besotted midgets abscond Squandering family jewel Splurging to delight jezebels With purloined family crown Which in pitiful submission fools at the sound of Hell’s bells Turn into automatons You manipulate pulling strings left Then right as the fallen midgets give up bliss batons To sink into your theft cleft Where midgets rot wondering how they came To Charybdis and Scylla Filled with shame and blame to their disgraced name in a sordid game Where they emerge thinner and taller In sin standards Where their cubits and fathoms pale into insignificance As bliss bards Wave them away to self incriminate at the tomb of impertinence.