Porcelain Prayers

Bring me a bottle

We can sit and ponder
the world's problems
and maybe how to solve'em

When the bottle is finished
What's left?
White porcelain prayers
as I'm wrapped around
this drunken remedy

 

 

This world is beautiful
and at the same time evil
Eager teachers list
reasons why we
still need them

but can't figure out

the homeless

or how to feed them

I'm hopping trains full of paradise
and if the price is right
We can spice it up
Live life and stop the bull

from stampeding the thorns

Pretend we're on that sickness
that makes you forget, now

Quick!
What's your name again?
Tennison?
Try again
Last time I believed that
I had to confess another sin
to men of the cloth,
I view this arrogance

like a final boss

when I have the cheat code

but the game's still stuck on pause

an obnoxious itch
we will scratch forever,

now only the nail remains

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

What you write when you simultaneously listen to rap beats.

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wow a lot of content from a

wow a lot of content from a very talented writer

Imho the church should allow married priests to reduce the sexual pressure