He scaled the peaks of rock and religion
Tested the waters of God and the realm below
Played with angel dust and stole a dance with Isis
Maybe Lucifer as well
Now I don't mean the fellow who drove a black Bentley or teased young hunters
I sing about a man who came before them...
In a way or two
He wanted the world as his own
All the herbs, all the women, all the men
He had them at his feet, ready to serve his needs, no matter how sweet or bitter
You may be asking: Who is this man I sing about?
Why, none other than a man of wealth and taste
A man of pleasure and blasphemy
Sin and sugar
He may have been an angel
Or a prophet
Or a demon
Or all of them wrapped up with a bow at the doorstep of the in between
I don't think we'll ever know
I sure don't
Still don't know?
Maybe Sgt. Pepper will give you a hint
YOU ARE READING
A Man of Wealth and Taste
PoetryBefore anyone asks: I DO NOT FOLLOW THE TEACHINGS OF ALEISTER CROWLEY NOR HAVE I EVER OR PLAN TO. I AM SIMPLY INTERESTED IN HIS INFLUENCE ON POP CULTURE, NOT HIS CULT. THANK YOU. Anyway, this is simply a stupid little poem I cranked out because I wa...
