Wicked Impulses

In life’s deceitfully meandering ways
I’ll keep god as my guardian angel
but succumb to the devil’s overtures.
I’ll call for god’s support in many ways
praying piously to protect
providing me with peace and prosperity,
but follow the ways of the wicked
for they seem to have all the fun
and the finer things of life.
I am done just breaking the bread
and quenching my thirst with water plain,
I want to taste caviar and champagne.

Just as a spark sets the woods on fire
I hope for a glint to ignite my drab life.
As the gold-digging evil is important
to the world-order stirring up
such mayhem as pleases the devil,
for the cocky rules the roost
to the victor belong the spoils.

O Lord, in this decadent world we are living
I have started feeling kind of wicked,
If you see me as a victim
will you be a bit more forgiving, I pray?