Manichean Life

Poetic justice has no rhymes The streets of Paris filled with mimes Beautiful graffiti created by the blind Guided tours into my mind College dropouts Estuaries of unfulfilled desires Sexual frustrations have no orgasms As everyone perspires Voided emotions and actions Of disappointments Whilst we scoff at Hypocritical priestly annointments They all talk and act As though they're benevolent When in actuality The hyenas are thoroughly malevolent