My pink Jesus
Leaks blue blood
On Corinthian capital
When I got him last year
He was full
And I was full
And when I asked him
Anything
His answers made me laugh
I could make sense
Of them
Now, his levels are low
And when I ask him
Anything
-- I’ve stopped asking
Because --
He always says the same thing
Believe
It was a little shocking
To realize
He resorts to
Convenient words he
Repeats by habit
For effect
Believe
It’s all on me
Despite my deep desire to
Count on him again
I take his word for nothing anymore
It’s sacrilege, I know, but
My faith in him
Must be re-earned
Now
I can’t go on
Just trust
Cult of personality
Weakens us all
He’s just a man
Here is what I expect:
He’ll keep leaking and having
Little or nothing to say
He’ll be pink and pretty
With no flow
Looking like he cares
Reminding me of
Someone who did
- Trish Szymanski
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