The Devil's Pathway
A road of sweet temptation
And depraved debaucheries
A road of sinful excess and,
No foreseeable boundaries
Explicit acceptance is the rule
I've been warned
Never to tread upon the
Devil's Pathway
A pathway of
Self-destruction... the
intensity of sublimity
Pleasure. Just be
A puppet on God's
Holy puppet strings
But yet
I've been born a sinner
According to
Strict religious teachings
Rooting for heaven
Still my tainted black soul
Just wants to feel the
Heightened sensations
Of the Devil's Pathway.
So, out of curiosity I tread
Unto the Devil's Pathway
Tuning into salacious tales
Outlandish laughter and
Detecting sheer naughtiness
in high-pitched giggles
Causing my knees to
Weaken with
Blissful excitement.
If I should stumble and fall...
Fall knee down on the
Devil's Pathway
Crawling through the
Quagmire of drains and
Ditches
Wallowing
In lust, desire and greed...
Ergo my wretched soul
Feeling the blasted heat
Of a gamut of red hot emotions
Will truly come to know polarity.
For
Eventually
Fire consumes everything
On the Devil's Pathway.
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
Capitalism is the key to how our engine’s stoked.
The rich swap hats and argue that they know what’s best for folk
The corporations buy House and Senate, then they sit back and gloat.
Election laws guarantee the wealthy keep their poke,*
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
We have the vote, they say and so Democracy makes us free
But surely they’ve not bamboozled the likes of you and me.
We know to vote is useless since money’s the only key
Justice takes a back seat to political debaucheries.
Like we believe they're different what do they think we smoke?
Republicans and Democrats, democracy’s a joke.
* Poke - a pouch or bag used by a cowboy
to carry his "possibles" (small personal items).
(Derived from the French word poche, meaning a pocket or bag.)
Also used as cowboy slang for sex.
Some people think I'm crazy
But I'm not an empty suit,
Though sometimes I sound hazy
When I take that extra toot.
I don't mind if people find
My long lost indiscretions.
Errors past are cast from mind
Along with all confessions.
Priest and pastor vanities
Indecently abundant
Do reflect debaucheries
Perversely now redundant.
My politics are changing
As the years are rolling on
But I am not arranging
To become a Limbaugh pawn.
Ditto-heads are overfed
Dumb people who must flatter
Oxycontin Limbaugh led
Mysogynistic chatter.
Blubber-belly Huckabee
Is just a perfect gomer
Add to that hypocrisy
You have a fat misnomer.
Sara Palin made some hay
While daughter made a baby
Sara says "No sex, no way"
But daughter said "Well, maybe."
The daughter did cohabit
Under mother's halo glow
But randy as a rabbit
Her young lust just had to grow.
In days of great philosophy
Debate exposed false sophistry
Where trust was in mythology
That promised Godly equity
When death became reality.
And reasoned men could once again
Speak truth to power without pain
From despots who secured each gain
Co-opting God for their domain
Of vile debaucheries so vain.
What moral compass spoke the word
To pedophiles in robes absurd
That swore it was the Christ they heard
Who blessed the pot of sin they stirred
As rape of children long endured.
Oh Ye who gather with the crowd
Beware of them who shout too loud:
"Believe that we are God endowed,
Divinely made both pure and proud"
Lest not their boasts become your shroud.
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