The Poet Prophet and the Porn Princess

I have to pinch myself to see if I’m really here
The contrast so stark, the symmetry crystal clear
I’ve just got to be dreaming my own hell, my dear
This insanity has no equal; she is completely without peer

I’m crucified because my presence makes everyone uncomfortable
While you film yourself fellatiating insatiable

For a paltry piece of poetry you pillory me
While you gargle sticky semen on TV
Can you imagine the hypocrisy?
It’s because your master hates my theology

If I worshipped the moon
If I did yoga all day
All the women around me would at my coming swoon
Instead of trembling and raging at every word I say

Your secret is safe with me
They will nothing from me hear or see
Because my king taught me to love my enemy
I think that warrants being treated respectfully