Jesuit Justice

All about the shirts shout

And passers- by exclaim

In voices loud as a newborn’s howl

Pass around their name

The hapless crew are wandering through

Careless is their ditty song

Of high fluting pleasure castles

Where they rest all day long

And they say that wickedness never rests

While these Babylonians were at the game

Their facetious smiles and wrinkled brows

Never turned to see their selves in the mirror

Or else turn back from their ruinous road

No they were stubborn and lazy as a toad

They came back here not so long ago

Full of misery and sad song

For their loves had flown to go

And their children had passed on

Now the loud of shirt are of tattered rags

Tatterdemalion

And their dollar bills fill just paper bags

Much like Pygmalion

Still their pride and vice

Are twice as nice as when they once were seen

Walking the castle palisades

As a pleasure palace’s King and Queen

Magistrates of the soul go by

Penny thieves, hope and vultures cry

Misanthropes tie ropes, about a dignified neck

As revolutionaries pell-mell their executioners peck

Little holes in the foals, Like a goalies check

And lace wizened purls round girlie curls

To invest in a gull ringed dove neck