The God of Poetry

is poetry your god is that who you bow down to believe me, I find it easy to bow down to it too but what happens when the words start fading which all words do in time whether it be from the written page or the center of the mind you say poetry brings you pleasure hence forth the daily worship but when the last line drops in rhyme and your faced with all life's hardships where is it you will go where is it you will turn you've worked hard for this god of yours is this all that you have earned in the church of poetic promise where you worship every day as you daily tithe do you wonder why there's still an empty offering plate so while poetry brings great pleasure it's not worth bowing down to though I must say from past escapades that's an easy thing to do