Judgment Day
Posted: December 28th, 2009, 2:54 pm
Judgment Day
death is the penalty
for not stealing enough life
making it a minor infraction
when it deserves high treason
embezzlers work harder
but mass murder gets the ink
cheat on your taxes
not on your prayers
to be a miserable misdemeanor
a faint failure at felony
to shoplift when you could rob the store
stars and sins rate by magnitude
not merely to err
but to err with flair
conspiracies are for pussies
we want good, honest hands-on crime
and why vandalize when mass destruction is so much fun?
did we complain and not denounce?
gossip behind the back of confrontation?
a little white lie of a life?
pleading not guilty in the sure and welcome rape of innocence?
have we pilfered but preferred to loot and plunder?
justice hates a petty thief, I know
but richly loves grand larceny
broken hearts are poor sad trophies
soon they shrink like amazon heads
and the dead mock the living from the comfort of the grave
but graves, like crimes and lawyers
are no warmer in Florida, just more expensive
you'll meet them one day,
St. Peter and Judge Roy Bean
they will deliberate over a
stiff drink and a hand of poker
test your wrap-sheet, feel your jacket
to decide if you are bad enough
for heaven
cheat on your taxes
not on your prayers
death is the penalty
for not stealing enough life
making it a minor infraction
when it deserves high treason
embezzlers work harder
but mass murder gets the ink
cheat on your taxes
not on your prayers
to be a miserable misdemeanor
a faint failure at felony
to shoplift when you could rob the store
stars and sins rate by magnitude
not merely to err
but to err with flair
conspiracies are for pussies
we want good, honest hands-on crime
and why vandalize when mass destruction is so much fun?
did we complain and not denounce?
gossip behind the back of confrontation?
a little white lie of a life?
pleading not guilty in the sure and welcome rape of innocence?
have we pilfered but preferred to loot and plunder?
justice hates a petty thief, I know
but richly loves grand larceny
broken hearts are poor sad trophies
soon they shrink like amazon heads
and the dead mock the living from the comfort of the grave
but graves, like crimes and lawyers
are no warmer in Florida, just more expensive
you'll meet them one day,
St. Peter and Judge Roy Bean
they will deliberate over a
stiff drink and a hand of poker
test your wrap-sheet, feel your jacket
to decide if you are bad enough
for heaven
cheat on your taxes
not on your prayers
