Beware of pharisaic phantoms that lurk in the mire
That hide their faces behind venerable guise
That tempt faithful young travelers off the high road
And lull them into soporific mode
Thence to bleed their passions dry
Their senses to anaesthetize
To drain their strength and cripple their souls
And cloister their spirits in cold prison cells

These are the grey clerics who live in their ivory towers
Who have forgotten how to empathize
Who sit upon their manmade thrones
Preaching manmade values in monotone
Blindly enforcing their sanctimonious sanctions in an attempt to disenfranchise
Spurning good sense and pulling rank to cut us down to size
Imposing rigid restrictions on our licit freedom of choice
Frowning upon independent thinkers who dare to raise their voices

These stoic statusquoical simpletons
Inveigle us with their own insidious brand of draconian doctrinese
Censoring their inner feelings with preclusive pedagogic pugnattitude
Putting up an impregnable wall of statistical data
To protect them from veracitude

Occasionally letting rip disproportionately on some unfortunate deviants
Who have the courage to challenge their parochial pontificance
So risking a sentence of permanent exclusion
If they refuse to pay homage to their unholy institutions

These pious dictators subtly undermine our freedom
With narcotic charm and obtuse logic
Extorting our cooperation with dogmatic platitudes
Caustic equivocation and phony beatitudes

We need to summon a hurricane
To blow away this cloud of dreary old farts
And their prosaic humdrum
We need to shake their hierarchical trees
And launch these inveterate anachronisms
Into the new millennium
We need to introduce them to the joys of music, song and dance
And encourage them occasionally to play the fool
We need to destroy their synthetic codes of behavior
And enroll them in a new organic school

For the age of the mercenaries is now in recession
And it’s time for the money moguls’ dealings to cease
It’s time for the busy beasts of bureaucracy to pack up and ship out
And leave us human beings in peace
It’s time for pure hearted Paracletes to pray for unity
And for saints to seize the day
For be assured our future life will soon be lived
In a synergistic way . . .