Eat the poor

Eat the poor for dinnertime

But tell their sacred stories

Feed the young on bitter crimes

And let them bask in glory

Daddy taught the kids to pray

And mother how to dress

Brothers lost, and sisters killed

They never bring up sex

For when the curtain comes to slide

The lady in the shower

Will gasp, but surely unsurprised

Revenge at golden hours

All her morals down the drain

With blood and sun-dyed hair

Always to return again

But now without a care