The Art of Telling the World to Fuck Off

The buddha lays in the gutter
surrounded by humanity's filth
drunkenly shouting
what's the point?
to anyone drawing near
 
Jesus is hawking fake crystal beads
down by the Venice beach
rollerblading to music
only he can hear
 
Siddhartha sits begging
wearing dark shades
offering pencils
with the erasers chewed on
 
Churches are all bankrupt
the spirits waylaid
eyes are windows to the soul
in a world that's blind
 
The third world war has come and gone
but everyone yawned
china still makes our smart TVs
and everyone pretends
that we give a fuck