I always wanted to be a priest of the world
Oh curse my red-neck roots, that curse my sheer desire
I do not want to be associated with vile theology and
Politicial movement associated with my name.
I want to lead a confessional, an open world where
People come to my side, and drink the communion
Wine of the Sabbath, freely till we are completely drunk
Blessing the body, of our freedom and liberating
The masses with sweet beautiful liturgies of Eliot,
Ginsberg, Auden, and Hardy- till we understand the scripture
Despite, the ignorance of my neighbors that do
not have a clue about what I am proposing they would
agree if they saw the truth, of the demon box they listen
to.
I’d fill the fount, with Mountain Dew and wire the people
To understand where our consumerism came from,
maybe they’d understand it better instead of cursing it.
If only I could erase the roots, and be of all this noble
stock
But, I come from this- so I might as well try to embrace and
do not take my oath of celibacy of religious and conservative thought.
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