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Baphomet's Hideaway

They feed children to hyenas here
A fifty buys you front row seats
The chef prepares stuffed carcass
With little bones to pick your teeth
Pick your own personal hitman
Watch him work the barbecue
Noon's just midnight upside down
With a high-protein menu
Basted in its own placenta
Tuck your bib and sling away
The floor show starts at midnight
At Baphomet's Hideaway

Michael Jackson's Golden Casket
Rolled into town today
On another world tour
In Victoria's negligee
Kiddies wear their fabulous fops
Sippin on their nitro brews
Wave one glove from the overpass
As the Neverland Express rolls through
It makes a tour stop at Graceland
Pays tribute to the gold lamé
Returns to its final resting place
At Baphomet's Hideaway

Moloch checks his mirror image
In his custom scarlet tux
Adores his sparkling countenance
The magnificent such and such
Some say Moloch is a poser
But we know who he really is
A conjurer of images
In the narco-traficante biz
You might know him by another name
He tears your ticket when you pay
And winks at you behind the door
Of Baphomet's Hideaway

Ba'al arrives at the boardroom
To meet with Baphomet
He's cultured in the finer art
Of shrimp-fork etiquette
Ninja nursies in glossy goth
Backless up the spine
And stiletto crystal slippers
Provide the patrons with a shine
Sprinkle baby's-breath for garnish
The show blows you away
Cocktails free in the Molotov Room
At Baphomet's Hideaway

The thoroughbreds all race for crowns
Fashioned in Mulatto Chic
Razor tips on riding crops
Where status quo is status freak
People of color everywhere
On jungle floors and desert sands
Make the ultimate sacrifice
For the betterment of man
If you wanna pop your party pills
That's the price that must be paid
It's the cost of doing business
In Baphomet's Hideaway

There's a regular comes in here
Chained to the ring in her snout
Dressed to the nines with binds and gags
An apple in her mouth
It's just a custom business suit
They'll tell you with a grin
She's made her reservations
They take her fur and let her in
She knows all the secret passwords
The Language Unspeak of the day
But there are no secret passages
In Baphomet's Hideaway

Where they trip the lip fantastic
No one's having any fun
The hip don't speak in languages
But they're fluent in the tongue
Wisdom keeps a watchful eye
They don't think your words are cute
You check your tongue in at the door
Hung on the coat rack with the mute
If you wanna leave with tongue intact
You'll learn the language of the day
But they're gonna keep your vocal chords
At Baphomet's Hideaway

They sell the naked empress
Undressing for success
Pimp her to the natives
Queen of the Royal Mess
She danced upon the tabletops
Of the proper royalties
And her glittering amenities
Crawl to the top upon their knees
But now she tells ya what it is
She's earned herself a place to stay
Where she lives on someone else's dime
At Baphomet's Hideaway

They say this jew cat came in here
With a rap about salvation
The melting of the soldiers' eyes
The mourning of the nations
He was skinned alive and bled out
His hide hung up and dried
But the wine cellar is empty
There is nobody inside
The cost of your admission in
Where conscience needs a place to play
Is thirty pieces of silver
At Baphomet's Hideaway

The keepers of the ledger
Are toting the receipts all up
Dried flesh of a jewish hero's
Grape juice in a thimble cup
They speak in social graces here
The franchises are all in place
Just shut your mouth and do your job
Politeness is your saving grace
Where little wafers of saltine Truth
Are mass-produced each day
And everyone has stock options
In Baphomet's Hideaway

 © John Kennan 2-6-21
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