Crowned Sloth

Carrying promises from an idol Crushing shoulders on the way to the throne Whisper sweet lies to the vulnerable Pull the meat away - throw the bones to the hounds Peasants shovel waste from the grand feast Prepared by slaves draped in gold Crowned sloth Spoon-fed by the lepers The chalice reflects in their eyes So they can feed their children from the trough Behind closed doors I slither Swallow your family whole Stand on the backs of the starving Take the gold from the sun Feed on the crumbs that fall from my bib My rotting food is mine alone Let them eat cake Feast on his head