When we were children
The only time he used the word “holy”
Was when it was to be followed by the word “shit.”
He has Jesus now.
The kind of Jesus that has him on street corners
Reminding people there’s a God,
He’s pretty pissed.
If you sign up now,
Buy all the bullshit he offers you
(about his Jesus)
Then you’re going to be okay,
(don’t mind the small print.)
He sells the same cookie cutter holy shit we ran from.
Ignorant of the irony.
Nothing more than a cult leader looking for a cult.
Souled out and needing to be worshipped.
He is every reason I walked away from BDSM Jesus.
My ass can’t take that shit.
He gathers up for himself
A flock of the witless
To witness the God in him;
Handing out pamphlets and halos,
He has made himself a prophet
Proclaiming dead gods.
Feeding his flock
The flesh of all who deny him,
And all who oppose him.