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What do I know?
Time for church!
Wash your fucking hands!
Cleanliness is next to Godliness.
Is that even true?
Were the disciples constantly washing their fishy hands,
like crazed OCD mentally ill people?
Did Jesus never have a sweaty pit, in that Palestinian heat?
I wash my hands, I'm only seven years old,
What do I know?
Jesus always looked clean to me.
In his trendy blue and white robes,
his well kempt beard with locks of golden blonde hair,
contrasting nicely against his lovely white skin.
Did Jesus use sun block?
Dad drives us to church,
Mum bickers about the rest of the congregation,
in a Christian, non judgemental sort of way.
Mum loves Jesus, Dad loves Jesus.
But when I asked if that meant he was gay,
He called me a twisted little bastard!
Dad doesn't like gays,
Or niggers, whatever they are. I think they might be black people.
I will ask my teacher tomorrow.
I learned about gays in school,
Dad says its abhorrent,
he says sodomy is a sin and all the,
"Fucking queers" would burn in hell.
I don't think Jesus would do that.
My teacher told us that gay men loved other men,
what's wrong with that?
What do I know?
I'm driving to church,
My kid is on the back seat.
He asks me about his Granddad,
I tell him he was a good man,
who worked hard to bring up his family.
Will God take Granddad out of the box when he gets to heaven?
I'm only twenty seven years old,
What do I know?
I tell him God will keep Granddad in the cellar, where it's warm.
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