Mr. 666

The Devil's turd
Who attacked the Word
His life absurd
Part of a herd!

He called himself The Beast
And was least
In humanity
An inanity
Lacking even sanity
He was an utter profanity!

Sex-Magic his thing
Ring-a-ding-ding
Put his ass in a sling
But he would sing
And be rich as Bing
Living his life on the wing
Like an emperor of the Ming!

His bowels did lag
Cause he loved to shoot scag
Left his friends rag-tag
And his wife and old hag.

He thought he was a poet
But his life didn't show it!
A stinker through and through
Not a bit like me and you
His life a big PU
From which nothing did ensue
Except an infamous witches brew
That cooked him and his crew!
Thank the Devil they were so few
'Cause he offered nothing new
Other than getting into a big stew!
There was nothing else he could do!

You know his name.
He was quite tame.
Not a lion with mane,
Just more of the same!
He deserves full blame
For being a big zero
Like the Roman emperor Nero!
The complete anti-hero!

Mr. 666
Put himself in a fix
There on the River Styx
Cerberus' dick he licks!
Just for kicks
Hillbillies and hicks
Would be his picks!

Allester  Crowley
Makes ones skin all crawley
Called himself The Beast
On which we should feast?
The meat on his thigh
Might get you high!
In the sweet bye and bye
He lets out a sigh
From his moral pig-sty!
He just wants to cry
A million years of tears
Stoked with burning fears!
As the future nears
He disappears.
Lost to the ages
Overcummed by the sages
Who worked for their wages
Turning the bitter pages
Of humanity's story
In full glory
That was ever gory
Eons so hoary.

An Eternity of Days
Rife with our ways
And many past by-ways
That today are major highways.

Life on the mend
May it never end!
Heaven and Earth
Were meant for mirth
As much as for sorrow
From which we can borrow
A Will to survive
That will always revive
And help us thrive
In the human beehive
Civilization without a nation
But always on station.
The heavens
Our havens
The stars look on-
Winkin', blinkin', and nod
And that angry old sod
Who shot his load
Turned into a toad
And to the heavens rode.
May that be his final abode.

There by that same sounding star sea
May there be a home for me
And we and thee
And me in thee.

Forever free
A Holy See
There by that great sounding sea
My Annabelle Lee and me.


Charles Stephen Knause
01-03-2016 .