He can be found here:
http://allpoetry.com/Ogreatbaldone
False Profit
His opulence dripped
like mortuary flowers,
heavy scented, masking death
in a lonesome funeral chapel.
His rampageous riches dangled
from wrists and neck. rapturous
was the gaze he threw upon the world-
this simpleton in sheep's clothing.
Gathered together beneath the tent
his religious tirade reaches them-
they are estranged from God. he screams
and dances around with great hilarity.
Maintenance of the church falls to the faithful
though jaded and jagged be their lives,
though they are never far from the grindstone
they pay tithes to a pompous god man.
His pretentious prayer brings loose change jingles
into the musty spring night air.
A pre-selected hymn plays and I feel
the urge to Asphyxiate the asocial fraud.
Check him out.
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