A Porcelain God We All Worship At Least Once In Our Lives
We all have a need to worship where we will
All sorts of gods we take comfort from still
But we all tend to worship the same god at least once in our life
And we swear he’s our saviour through out all our strife.
We pour out our innermost parts to this God
Technicolor sacrifices, our heads bow and nod
Arms outstretched and grasping this god of porcelain
Supplicated our selves with so little to gain.
"Oh God" we hear the cry of worshippers in anguish
Praying for their bed so that they can languish
Coloured sacrifices from deep within repeated often
Cradling this god whose heart does not soften.
The wide open mouth sitting with his back against a wall
Sometimes we sit on - we like to share our all.
But then when we yawn that great coloured yawn
Into the chasm praying for death, or praying for dawn.
We knew we should never have eaten so well
Our eyes were too big, our belly did swell
And so to the porcelain God in this room
We pray on our knees while fearing our doom.
He takes all of our sins and flushes them away
Leaving another day where we promise - no way.
©~GG~12/08/2012
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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