Godless

Holy rights of an unholy man.

There ain't nobody like the pastor

He's got a clinical business for all us b******s

These robes he's got shimmer and sheer

Never a man's smile was so poisonously insincere

He's got us rounded into his pews

His name's been trillin' into our blues
Been cooking up an unholy roux
Been gettin' a fat cut off our virtues

Oh the choir they chant

But they don't sing

And the people march

Up the street

Here - my love!
Here - my bones!

Here - my heart!
Here - my throne!

Here - my love!

Here - my bones!
Here - my heart!
Here - my soul!

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Nice use of description. You create place, character and made the situation take shape. I enjoyed the poem. Create vision of twisted place and I liked the ending a lot. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Rob Santana]

Killer piece!!! Deceptive crooked cross. I applaud your honesty.

[SLOVA]

Thank you, Rob. This sort of poetry isn't received very well around my city, so I'm thrilled the community here appreciates its meaning. Cheers.

SLOVA