Stony charlatans stir indolent hypocrisy in the world,
Shredding the woolly cardigan of civility just for show.
They cast their curses with gummy fingers, and
Civilization follows suit, lambs to slaughter.
Bidding inflated allegiance to the corrupted head,
The workers erect a monument of flashy emerald
As green as their impious souls.
The sourdough caterpillars sleep each night
In a corpulent bed of cocaine fruitcake,
Awaiting the hornet’s next decree.
Safe within their soggy gingerbread houses,
They know pretentious flattery is all that’s saving them
From a trip to the bloodstained altar.