Authorities saintly secret

A contributer of contraband to the confused and common man
Withstands the investigations of those enablers of the peddle
Through mere complicity the tarnished are erased
The degraded further degrade
Selling people to drugs
And bringing down their standards
With the standard
You know, the standard?
Bearing what little bars are bending
Bent over a crooked counter
Pinching pennies with bored precision
Pick up your face
There's pills to swallow
Sleep filth with empty pockets
Engrained sense of self loathing
Lost to me the confessor
Here's a brew or two for what's left of you
Couple silver treasure chests, wrinkled
Skin basically infectious
A few years gambling with his emptiness
Carpets mostly torn up
Countless frays
Dodgy door jammed ajar
Split fingertips from the razor card
Dividing lines always crossed
Curtain view
Never opened always occupied
Daylight darkness under halogen spell
Malnourished perfectly
Too wretched for jail use
State funded time squandered
Rented sell mates raffled girlfriend
Skirted short, sir snaking laddered anemia thigh
Higher than near, death expenses
Tumbling gram fondlers twitch
Lustless scratching compliant inability
Loving shared lack of motivation
Drudgery ineffective spewed insomniac liable
Barely conceived birthing hanger
Rightfully wronged reflection
Game ridden not played
Only rule, don't kill it before the next mans go
Next man goes, sacks emptied
Another open secret convenience
Question? Where's the win
Just another draw in vein winning wring it out
Intramuscular granulator dashed track markers tense
Tight fingertip pursuit up dead end reigns
Shut in and shot up still breaths, little trickling
Downward gaunt withdraws a days package
Concrete conveyor, convoys hussle curved
To prick the pinned gal, named; who knew
Another little drop on furry tongue
Sensation less than satiated
It's a fiver in my pocket each time they forget
Lent back to them as debts for craving
Bug eyed batman of neitzches projection
Profitable mental afflictions
Madhouse next flat bell formed of banging
Here's communion one tab two drops
I'm not the Messiah yet flagellated they'll wimper
Soft thanks
Sent to the gods of their peripheral tunnels
Subhuman consciousness affirmed
A quick smile I've named trust in me
Leaving the door off it's hinges
Let sunlight bleach functionless forms
Into that higher purpose of their dying brainstems
Another adder writhing up the spine
Transcends fleshy wastrel
Blindingly touched rolling eye
Concrete mascara gunk
Painted brow under tracksuit
Here I said
Let me show you heaven
And up they floated
Till caged I barred the gates
They wouldn't leave anyway
That purgatory bliss
Disciples of failed organs
State funded give aways
Bagheads eat my sweets
And bring all scum to slump
Happy kill lucky
Under back alley doorway
Pissing its soiled soul
I'll take your rash of money
Just die as slowly as you can for me
I call it samsara
And the cycle carries on
Lawfully stemming depravity