whatever. i'm bad at keeping up with things like this. and this post isn't funny, and i'm all sorry about that. and eventually i'll get back to BIPSBAT and finish that guy.
but i went to church today for a thing and got my cookies all frosted. here's a poem i wrote a few years ago that i want to fix and revise and make better and more immediate and less dorm-room debatey (a conversation about religion that doesn't make you sound like a pissy teenager? no way!) . i want this to grow up, basically. like, a lot. but at the same time, i want to say it outloud. i think it merits a voice.
An idol threat,
idle, yet ever present,
ever converting,
--or, if you will--
perverting the pious.
i don't pretend to understand the man who
(JESUS, I LOVE JESUS!)
preaches to the open hoping for pieces of him.
public lonely boys should marry such a god.
and nuns are the epitome of something that i can't quote put my finger on.
intimidation, perhaps?
or drunken whores on sunday, emotionally overeating the body of christ.
