My Daily Hymn to Satan

Let me sing my song of monkeys
the electric body of youth
and the pestilence of unspent sin

Rise with me and cheer
loudly for her, my fate.
Huzzah! Huzzah!

Rally to the foot of God
and ponder the ignoble --
the waistline; the cult
of big heads and small minds.

Raise the cup of blood,
throw it back and rejoice
for salvation; for the wanton
calories of chocolate;
for the tiny ecastasies of peace
and war.

Let me sing to you my lullabye
of rotting fruit and pulled eyelashes.

This is the dream I give you
and watch as your eyelids flutter
through

Rally now to my causes
ill-conceived and wrong-headed
but call me genius
and mad.

always mad.

Repeat my mantra as we watch
the cattle put the vacuum hoses
to their mouths.

Rise with me and cheer
how they suck.
Huzzah! Huzzah!

There is no hope here,
only delicious despair
and gummied candies covered in
sour.

Let me sing my song of monkeys
my anthem to your cunt

Let me be the unholy misery
that tortures you to sleep
and wakes you drenched in sweat.

Rise with me
and cheer my cock
as you suck
Huzzah! Huzzah!