My Favorit Sins Poem by Kevin Patrick

I like holy water, sprinkled with some vodka
Confessions are my muses, in ladies lavatories
Charities an industry, I profit from good missionaries
Coveting's negotiable if my neighbor's goods are local
The only true trinity, is three patties on a bun
Give me my daily bread, and I will profit into debts
and I can see a bush of fire, when my lithium's expired
Im a Wiseman with suppliers, with connections to messiahs


My sacrosanct, book is Sodom and Gomorrah
it educated me to keep my crimes underground
A family man at heart, Id would be a lot like lot
Spending quality time with my favorite daughters
My benedictions favors Rabelais swagger
Our fellow creeds are hollow, modestly attired
I'm a puritans for pageantry', patrons for medicinal
Building virgin mangers with harlots from old Jericho


I've read old Abraham, in a blue house in Milan
and Felt the velvet whip of a delicious Judas kiss
I take right after Noah, in the arts of pure ambrosia
whipping out brown arks that float down urinals
Made a bed with serpents, in a nightclub called Eden
tasted the forbidden tree, but never have I swallowed
for if the maker of Judah, used his hands to mold this race
He was a barren narcissist without skill or perfect grace


Many years I wondered blue, looking for the secret truth
Until I learned Its best to bend, breaking the houses rules
So read your gospels from Mark, John and Paul
And I'll read mine from Marx, De Sade and Kierkegaard
I'll get drunk on Fridays and play cards until two
Gamble in blackjack, roulette, or a little strip poker
Because Now I've found that crime is more fun
though when your down dark alleys its best to run




My favorite sins, are commandments from a garbage bin
seven little wonders I keep tucked with a safety pin
I don't lock them in a tower or drown them in a bottle
But burn high like a phoenix going boldly with full throttle
you can wear halo, to get through the daily hustle
But in the end it's nothing more than another muzzle
So Embrace your sins, because damnations a mirage
When the only real hell is denying who you are