Love with Sophocles

   
   "Love with Sophocles"
   
When the patriarch does pass--
Do you show relief, like unto passing Oedipus Complex gas?
Furthermore, a matriarch wending weirdways and ugly--
Does your carnal uncouth evolve into something rusty?
Loading down with opprobrium upon a fruitcake divine,
Though him able to shit ice cream and forge Tennyson's (as Joyce claimed) mere rhyme;
Regardless, if you have "Young Tail" magazines safeguarded in your room--
Does it give reverie of thy mother's youthful womb?
What is next but axiomatic hypocrisy,
And to lie about an Almighty God--EVERYTHING He doth perceive and see--
Oh what glory is DEATH upon us all--
Into the honest hands of the Divine Justice System will we fall--
Blessed are the confessors as a Litany does preach,
Beyond this Dark Age of science that in two decades will be out of reach.