'Matthew 19:24' or 'Accounts Receivable'

You just keep sucking that dick of infiniti,
proud to be the bane of divinity,
chasing that shit till you fall behind,
then seeking the holy to crawl behind.

The pockets are full & the paper is folded.
The wife is in bed & the kids have been scolded.
You pretend not to seek the help of the wiser,
while swallowing scotch & products from Pfizer.

Awake to the miracle and know your sin,
and seeing the crush of the ego begin.
The walls are still closing, the knees cannot bend,
and the soul is the last thing that you try to mend.