He went by Hymns as it sounded edgy
everyone knew Hymns as they sang in Church
women loved to sit by Hymns and listen
each note they sang flowed out sweet as honey
nothing Hymns ever did hurt nobody
to think they would leave someone in the lurch
but what took place elsewhere did not glisten
yet, the golden voice of Hymns fooled them all
Hymns always dressed well, never too gaudy
yet, after Mass, they confessed in private
men always liked Hymns because they were straight
never told a lie, Hymns chomped at the bit
socially graceful, Hymns knew where they ate
acted out, never in public, the Fall
sucker punched Hymns to believe in their lies
inside a crypt, hidden, the truth remains
tumors to remove from the healthy cells
super cautious and diligent, their spies
overheard and oversaw the whole works
unknown except in small circles, the grains
nestled in a silo, quiet as bells
defeated in childhood, Hymns grew up strong
entitled to nothing but the steelworks
deals made by the Church kept Hymns off the street
ending up in the '80s, Christ, with AIDS
dying of Kaposi's sarcoma [beat]
genuinely sad, how memory fades
yet, Hymns' voice hovers in Church, never wrong
No comments:
Post a Comment