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