Sleep,
And you will not wake up,
Keep this nightlong vigil,
Roller skate
Incessantly around the periphery
With righteous staff,
Beware,
Lest you imitate
Lesser life forms.
Angels are in guiltless slumber,
The pious murmur His Name,
Virtue enhances pride,
The celibate masturbate,
Prince Satan waits,
Sweetly to engulf
In silken robes.
Winds of information
Roar their way
Across oceans,
Through time zones,
Satan entices,
Through ‘quality of life’.
The amoral are lonely now,
Specks of dust in Satan’s wind,
The moral march
Like lambs and sheep,
To the nearest bus stop.
Madness irrevocably rules
Through market quotes
And lesser bribes,
Victories celebrated
Through the senseless night,
Night shift workers copulate
During the polluted day.
Satan withdraws
And lets angels rule,
It is after all,
His Day of Rest. |
