Several dead sessions in sunglasses
And heavy forever bed medication
And chai tea and LSD fed meditation
Mean psychedelic soul relations
Of unrecordable proportions
I'm leaving you for Crowley, Lennon.
For longer devils, stronger drugs
More buggery and fewer hugs
I'm sure you understand I need
A man of God, a beast. A creature
A teacher of hedonism, Thelemism
I'm leaving you for Jesus, Crowley.
Golden calves cannot sustain me
I'll attain sainthood, get ordained
Through fish and wine by halo light
Oh peace, Oh Nirvana, Oh paradise
Oh Christ, Oh Christ, Oh Christ.
I like the fact that this is tagged 'blasphemy'.
ReplyDeleteIt's a great poem with a really nice sound to it.