Small g s
Life pawned on the dueday.
Soul long gone. What’s left?
Just a signature on prenuptial with
Devil, in blue, red and green ink.
God divorced. Two-thirds settled on.
In finest soul droppings. Paid. Perchance,
Never met the right one. Taking time.
Falling in not, browsing only.
No rush to buy. Celestial salesmen.
- Whose kingdom is wealthier?
Answer immediate. Missioners. Clever
Petticoats covering the cadavers below the neck.
Smiles, upon smiles, upon corps
Of smiles. God in masses! A mess.
Chanting advertisements. In Judah’s name.
Come all. The more the better. Helped ?
Help your neighbor. The practical part.
Lending salvation right and left.
Just say your prayer to the papa of all.
Souls tiptop. Well-to-do souls. Souls found.
Will they ever empathize others looking for their,
Poor, with no urge for mighty Camelot god, god of
small g’s… god of no servants… god of soulless.
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