Bacchanal Apocalypse

God is finally dead
We raise up golden Mammon head
And with that monkey plucked from our backside
Screaming blind in the night “Bacchus arise!”
And all those Cicero nostalgia moans
A flaming phalanx of whines
To ensure vagary’s claim
To liquefy our spines
And tie our tongues firmly into cheeks
We believed in the neutered newspeak
Will it suppress what common sense dictate
As self-evident truth?
You can’t trust your eyes to boot
Senses divine, you know I never believed the lie
Take your time
When you’re called to swallow pride
Because you never could allow veils to shroud
Or obscure what’s behind
They said it was the ‘end of history,’ boy
And upon this crime of treadmill spins
Pace quickening, I be falling on my face
And flailing in vain
Until one fine morning when
We were reminded again
Human greed has only got one lifetime to feed
Let’s wade in the tide
And with our run-soaked lungs
Slowly drowning bloody eyed
Cast off waste by the ton for fun
And all the time you were grinning by my side
Breathless at night
Switch on the tube for those prurient jokes we like
See prez backslapping Bacchus
Twin bulbous, oval office
Turn on the red light
Shit got heavy real quick
But it’s alright
See we paying jewels to fight
Senses reviled
Parading rank and file
Stand aside
When you’re called to fall in line
Because you never could allow veils to shroud
Or obscure what’s behind