Religiously Unreligious
years upon years
nailed to the cross
rebirthed, oiled, and led to shine
it's time, it's destiny
trailed
where the good book sews
your sins to your cheek
none lesser, none weak
soapbox'd again and again
remembering only then
high priestess and his court
the showers a favourite sport
it's noon and he's high
strung up by the beads
and apostolic creed
I won't go back, despite
learning the wrongs of the right
left to simmer
in hell's kitchen
there'll be nun
of the usual pretense and precipice
I'll fall
from grace
Indulge in the human race
lust more than one god
the prick, the prod
the prude, the mighty
how rude and righteous
religiously unreligious
stripped bare, torn
the covers off
the bleeding books
run away
from the money,
damn crooks
and cooks
love me for who I am
for what I do
not some tit, sans wit
nor mind to word no more than
rehearsed verse
~
come seek,
we'll find
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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