Imperfection

Come one, come all.
Step right up!
Heed my call.
Buy my elixirs.
Purchase my potions.
If you've an ache, or a pain.
Any ailment or sorrow.
I'll sell you a fix.
That will mend and restore.
It will deaden the pain.
I promise you'll see.
But what will remain.
In your heart, on your soul.
Is a permanent stain.

He peddled his cures with his cock in his hand.
Called himself the miracle man.
Offered a taste, one drop for free.
But not a swallow more.
Unless you'd be his whore.
Begging on your back, pleading on your knees.
Kissing through tears to eat his disease.

Don't look for wisdom down here in the gutter.
Don't look for perfection down in this ditch.
Quickly now step up. Browse the charlatan's wares.
Debasement, illusion, prophecy, prose, music, and song.
Eat, drink, be merry or be sad.
Enjoy the show.