Inconsistent

For what are you but a noise from clanging cymbals

You preach but not practice what you preach

You’re  like a frog that croaks but does nothing but leap

In the bushels it hides and only shows up what a piss

Aren’t you free to do as you wish

Why do you hold back happiness

Why do you love torments

Are you from God the author of life

Or are you a pagan who adores the moon and the stars

What are you, a heathen god

Are you Apollo, Zeus,Saturn

Or from Hades yet

Why is your tongue and hands full of dirt

Wash them off so they do not offend

Come clean come clean Oh you mean