Monday, 18 November 2013

Along Those Lines


Reverend this and Holy that
Sniffing high-flown pompously
In charge of moral guidance
Mendacious kind of piety

Once again the banking system
Shines a sun stroke basking light
such a bastion of confidence
bestowing flower power might

So much pressure to cooperate
Safe guarding future out of sight
calling shots on lesser pots
like it's a modern trusty plight

Off ones head or off ones face
a crystal candle heavens breath
our vicar swings ecstatically
On Ket, Cocaine and Meth

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