The moral high ground is an illusion
The scam of zealot, dogmatic intrusions.
Fundamentalists abound;
in every culture they are found.
Detrimental to our welfare,
they engage in ethical warfare.
Pious noses held up high
though breathing the same air as you or I
Quick to Judgment and Contempt
shunning mortal pleasures, heaven sent.
Lacking in the social graces,
they spend their days making faces
At the beauty in the feminine form,
decrying sex as "not the norm".
Their shriveled lips, shrunken hips,
shut down hearts and obnoxious farts,
Their lifeless eyes and shapeless thighs
profess a life of endless lies.
Though not celestial in the least,
they're always first to face the "East".
Adorned in hypocrisy's finest raiment's,
smugly planted on the pavement
Grinning daily at sinning masses,
failing at their "holy" classes.
Enamored by Earthly delights;
imprisoned by Desire's rites,
Shackled by their Creed and Dogma
Sentenced to lifetimes of bad Karma.
