I like a dab of
yellow,
that blonde wavy hair,
with a set of arrows and
hunting dogs, so she may
run forest wild.
Maybe you like a bit
of fire on his legs and
a faceless old man on
gilded throne with a host
of angels singing.
Maybe he likes that big gang
of bawdy toga party pantheon
free flow through out the night
free sex with the priestesses
and living beyond sense of time.
Maybe she likes the smile
on his contented face, with
a golden countenance and
a pretty ruddy complexion,
sitting and smiling forever.
Or perhaps they like that
ugly looking goathead,
in dark chamber they speak
gibberish, and invoke
devils to do their bidding.
Sometimes others just prefer
some guy from Bethelehem
with a superstar status,
and his charming message,
to love even your enemies.
So how do you want to
furnish your God? Do you
want it big or small?
Do you want a statue or
just that plain sky?
Do you want it to legalize
marijuana? Do you want it
to give you houris?
Do you want it to demand
sacrifice? Or do you
want it toasty and simple?
Or do you want Elvis Presley?
What are you waiting for?
Furnish your God today!
Blessed be.
Written by Armon Cain
Email: yfhwang@tm.net.my
Copyright 2001, 2002 |
