He spits at the idol feet of Jesus
and sleeps on the cathedral steps
waiting for God to come
and answer him Face-to-face
cos he aint got time for go-between mediators
he wants to hear from the Horse’s mouth
why only the Devil’s drink can burn his pain
in his darkest hours.
The priest told him
he must pray
to Jesus for salvation.
He replied with a grubby middle finger,
‘I shit on your thou art thou!
I’d rather fly to the heavens
on Zeus’ winged stallion
to wrestle my answer from Yahweh,
than ride economy-class
on Mr. J’s damn ass!’
Hi Ria, congratulations on your latest achievement. I am working for the MIT childcare center and I got the email about your achievement. I am a kind of writer and love poetry. Please keep updating your blog I will revisit to enjoy your writing. Love your poems and looking forward to reading your novel too.
ReplyDeleteHi Free Wanderer, thank you so much for your encouraging words! It means a lot that someone enjoys my work. I've posted another poem as you requested. Keep up the good and hard work (I have two daughters, so I know) at the MIT childcare centre! :)
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