the feast of the assumption

by whitehorse

i sat amongst a congregation
of believers.
or at least half doubters
the fair weather fans of my religion.

you should have seen them that sunday
after those two buildings fell.
like a quickly ending game
of jenga

like god would give *them closure (* a shit)

yeah right.

if you want a moral compass
pick up a cd at k mart
that has been edited for content

you can have free speach
just as long as its over a beat
that doesnt offend the ears of protestant women
who havent had sex in a few years

and am i wicked? you bet
but sometimes im a saint.

but no ones looking then
as i flip over pennies so others have luck

i want to spend my day as invisible as a sky scraper
as quiet as a freight truck

and of all these people, in all the pews
how many know what holy day this is?