women.
the graceless, the sinful.
they cover the walls,
rising. falling.
arching, turning, twisting,
with sun-kissed hips thrown out like prominences,
beauty on the blistered sunscape;
warming the bedroom that seems so cold, so dreary.
sending snake trails of lust through the eager masses
in the same way that politicians lie--
fierce, fiery belief in some vague untruth
that beckons lonely Armaggeddon by.

A/N: attacking both the biblical perceptions of women and the shortcomings of politicians. two birds with one stone, as the old saying goes.