Advertising signs they con To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark Limited in sex, they dare That can win what’s never been won It’s easy to see without looking too far Meantime life outside goes on All around you Make everything from toy guns that spark While preachers preach of evil fates Can lead to hundred-dollar plates Teachers teach that knowledge waits Walk upside-down inside handcuffs Say okay, I have had enough, what else can you show me? Goodness hides behind its gates Old lady judges watch people in pairs Although the masters make the rules That they do not respect in any degree While money doesn’t talk, it swears My eyes collide head-on with stuffed For them that think death’s honesty For the wise men and the fools And if my thought-dreams could be seen Graveyards, false gods, I scuff