capital vices

2009

lincoln lies lay down in the

cellar to be brought to light

on christmas night

and your daughter moans to the

holy defecation of her

filthy human lust

but here you are, moaning

to the black night

of the savior who, i notice

was not there while my body

heaved and expelled the vomit

riddled with the wrath of a chemical

i can't even pronounce

capture me now, while

the alcohol slows my brain to

the childish fantasies you so keenly

embrace, capture us now

we shall repent, and regret

this night of sin tomorrow morning

with our heads buried in the

angelic porcelain

your beer belly confesses a life

of contradictions

a glutton, a sloth

and the poisonous venom

you condone so heavily

the nectar of sin

has left its mark

perhaps, if you shout

you may convince us

you are right

perhaps, if you shout

nobody will hear the quaking of your faith