Christ,
here they come again.
The nightly medicine show.
Broadcast towers of the ferris wheel
spinning fortune in front of murdering eyes.
Every whispered message never heard but known
is the word "Rise" painted on a wall in Krenwinkel scrawl.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,
it's been a long, long, long time.
Alex and Dennis tore up the highway,
stoned in the desert foothills in search of fast pussy.
It was them, your Honor.
It was them all of you, yes you.
The world of television
is just the mirror image of your lies.
The prisons are benedictine monasteries
keeping safe your truth.
Out there in the lock up
is your salvation.
Piss stained glass windows in the barred clerestory
shaft the light in blades on the sacraments;
desire's excrement bleeding self interest.
Godly greed in fear's name
virtue and lust.
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