The Cult Leader and the Frozen Pollack Eyes
In the chapel, the pastor keeps preaching
The exact same words over and over.
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened!"
He claims that the more wealth you possess,
The heavier your shoulders become.
"Lighten your shoulders!"
He says a tithe of one-tenth is worse than a lack of faith,
Commanding us to offer nine-tenths instead.
Wait, what? What about my kitten's kibble money?
"Put down your vain, expensive car this instant
And come to me! Do you not have a two-wheeled bicycle?"
He barks that the gas-guzzling hippo is no longer needed,
Vanity of vanities, all is vanity!
"Leave behind the lover you are flirting with!
Does it not waste your emotions and your wealth?
Come to me!"
Wait, what? Am I supposed to live all alone then?
Being so innocent, I believed it all and put it into action.
And before I knew it, I ended up drowning in loans.
Like a cat chasing after its prey,
Debt chases after me at the speed of light.
The pastor then tosses a remark at me,
Saying hunger is far better than fullness.
"The true meaning of 'Come to me, all you who are burdened'—
Have you finally realized it now?"
Yes, I have truly realized it.
That you were nothing but a cult leader.
Meanwhile, our precious seven-generation cat
Is growing thinner and thinner,
And my once hopeful eyes
Have become just like the eyes of a frozen pollack
Left forgotten inside a deep freezer.
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