Polytheism
A quiet prelude
to a mystical piece:
It is apparent
that my spiritual side
must be released.
Perhaps it is
to my squeakin' wheel
the grease.
Upon my brain
I signed the lease.
It just ran out.
Why pout?
Why pick only one?
Museth I.
There are many in the sky.
Allah, Yahweh, Zoroaster
and Ja'Quan
For communion I shall
eat fried wontons.
Worship shall be led
by Daniel Johnston,
and the sermons
delivered by the
filthiest derelict
in Atlantic City.
Life sure can be ****ty,
so I pray to my gods
and hope for their pity.
Buddha came through for me.
But he wanted to borrow $3.50
for some baked ziti.
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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