Churning

 

you tell me every Monday

where you want me to go on Sunday

 

I tell you maybe one day

to me it is not a fun day

 

I have nothing against what you… do

if it’s true I’ll see it one day with you

 

until then it's better to sin

then to pretend that

 

you're listening

not receiving…lacking

 

the outcome of

what you are believing

 

it's not a good look

it's deceiving…too many

 

your little light is

barely beaming

 

from all the shouting and all

that "SCREAMING"

 

the blinding

shimmering

 

of the pastors

"BLING" "BLING"

 

Lord save me from what I'm thinking

it smells like someone’s been "DRINKING"

 

the communion wine

from the devils cup

 

still I don’t “you know what"

I try not to cuss too much

 

consume it feel your gut

 

see you later

in the cut

 

worst can come to worst

I do respect the verse

 

you will not see me

sitting in pews drinking the juice

 

burn me up and sprinkle me

in the dirt coz then it won't hurt