It’s really sweet of you to want
To come and save the world.
I see you’ve really hurled yourself
Wholeheartedly into the role and
Read among your pearls you’re
Even putting out requests for
Volunteers – oh, by the way: down
Here, they’re simply called ‘apostles’
Oh, and speaking of the words of
Gloss and sleazy preaching profit:
Is that muppet, IDS, upset to find
He’s now competing for the title
‘Best Messiah Hired’ yet?
And ‘Dyno-Rod’? You silly sod!
Your ‘saviour’ said he wants you for
A sunbeam, not he wants the drains
Cleaned. (Metaphorically, of course,
That’s needed too but not by you –
Your ilk is the pollutant) You’ve
Confused, by your Self-magnitude,
The end of that Beatitude – It isn’t
Blessed are the meek,
For they shall inherit the dirt..
You leeching, wondrous berk! It isn’t
Actually your Earth, no matter how
You prey. You’ve merely raised a
Sermon to utopian-strength hypocrisy
– a helmsman in the realms of the
Ironically absurd. You’d need an eye
As big as Arizona skies to pass the
Double-thinking prayers you’d mount
Upon the herds
Come off it, Call-me-Dave! It’s rank –
You’re killing me. Remove your plank
And get down from the mountain top.
You ain’t no bleeding Prophet – just a
Feeder at the trough
You really aren’t the Light and you are
Definitely not the Truth. You wouldn’t
Recognise that if it bit. Your Way is
Merely proof that Life has brought
You many mansions. Hey, they say
That where there’s muck, there’s brass
And you, m’lud, are rolling in the shit.