Stop looking for answers

It doesn’t make any sense
Too much money involved
My life unhinges
On the future
Of every
Writing on the wall
Every number in a stall
Each nightmare
Staring into the sun

And she stands
So tall
Riding on that Beast
Makes me fall
On my knees with
Shock and awe
embarrassed by it all
Oh Gloria,
Mary warned me
About you

Excelsior!

[A woman who lies saying she is a virgin when
The child is evidence of some entanglement
in ancient times]