The Path

Thank the Lord

For I have sinned.

Oh my, oh my,

Where shall I begin?

 

I've walked the Path

Of crooked and thin;

I've felt no pain

And seized the day.

My friends have lost me,

My foes have not.

The drugs betrothed me

To dirt and rot.

Whores, thieves, and killers

Call me their son

While I walk towards

The loaded gun.

No honest man will know my name

Won't shake my hand, or take a glance.

They spit and frown, all at my sight,

But I don't blame them, for they're right.

 

All who follow me cannot,

I shall congratulate you and desert.

But those who fall for gifts of mine

My cryptic words, sardonic smile,

Dry bread, hard bed, acidic wine,

And see no harm in staying on this isle

Of bad and worse, of dead and empty,

I will welcome and corrupt thee

Till your soul breaks the bones

And twists the muscles

Till all of us forget our hustle

In the waltz of filth and dazzle,

This eternal feast of self

Where we do none but throw away.