Poem: Hubris Banquet
Furies of redemption are loose and unyielding.
Offensive is the odor of our modern order Shit leaks from the valve of an aching heart Eternities of atrocities triangulated by our tropicality Cooking archipelagos and sinking islands of humanity Yet many ordeals await our polite society Singed in the throes of our sanctioned propriety Partly it is the reason why (though my friend you thusly must not take it personally) Plagues are brewing Lurching toward our castle banquet Beasts are leaping, baring fangs ferociously Drenched in a venom of their frothy phlegm Our brotherhood tattered and torn by mediocrity So a calamity certainly befalls a cracked-up cranium Culling in the name of deranged prerogatives Now we glaze in the juices of our hell Under the duress of an evildoer’s anvil Collapse by the weight of your wrongs Pitchforks and prongs with which we looted this sacred space The slaying of our stewards by the cannon of judgement Yes, hubris chews his food and swallows But you are destined for the bottom of his spittoon