Sweet Sin

Oh no, it’s not for nothing

That some shrewd sinewy sucker

Started the words sin and sweet,

No coincidence, with the same letter

Right from day one, they banished

The sweet was adjudged to be sinful

Adam got a lump in his throat

When he plucked and ate an apple

An autocrat invented discipline

That extra salt makes food inedible

Uniforms brought about conformity

Drills, parades robotized the rabble

Who need to merely follow orders

Applying no mind of their own

Masters don’t need discipline,

The slaves are the toiling pawns

And then the ridiculous reverend

Preached self-discipline and austerity

Infested the folks with a lot of guilt

Robbing them of all colour and gaiety

The penance, redemption, whip-lashing

Their heads bowed low in confession

For basic needs and innocent instincts

For natural behaviour like masturbation

A morose poet romanticised that

Struggle of life as the noble truth

Further deadened the sensibilities

He smudged the frolic of youth

If God has made this weird world

He must be a big-time masochist

The bitter gourd purifies the blood

Chocolate spoils the kid’s teeth

Sin is tempting, temptation is sin

God! He got everything wrong

Whatever he made delightful

To whom do those joys belong

Now the thought’s occurred

Exuberate in the time of reprise

Entropy will increase in waves

Go on, claim your own prize.