THIS ROAD

This road do I take in sanctity
Strutting like a victorious warlord
Meditating on the word like Buddhist
In the broad day light
While everyone  sees a saint
This road sees a pure stain
In the sacred throng



This road do I take
Lustfully the same day
In the dimy vile darkness
In which no one observes the offender
Except this same road, a witness which keeps mute
As the saints navigates in exploration
The tempting temple of a damsel

This road that leads to the sanctuary
Also leads to the roofless ten star brothel
As I walk in daylight to the sanctuary
I also prepare the bed grass of defiling
While the people revere the stained saint
I manage well the act of violent prayer
With the act of violent orgasm in the later of laters

This road just keeps quiet
Who can blame it?
It does its own work in righteousness
At least, leads to the sanctuary
And to that secret place of the most high
Watches with ubiqutous eyes
Waiting to testify on the first of the last days.