PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

'Praise Jesus,' is beaten into the underdeveloped

psyches of the disoriented.

Elsewhere, a collective has met God for the umpteenth time.

They pour, and cut their sin, shaving their impurities

into a fine powder.

One savors the taste of penance from his fingertip,

remarking at it's sharpness.

In a chaotic formation, the followers of this new Church

partake in their vocation,

religion disintigrating into particles,

of which they inhale sharply.

Chemical Buddhists and Liquid Druids

are one as this collective prays.

Our Father, who art our dealer,

hallowed be thy goods.

Thy noses numb, thy will be done,

through dollars as they are rolled.

Give us this day our daily fix,

and forgive us our dramatics,

as we fuck up those who narc on you.

And lead us not into heart failure,

but deliver us from emotional baggage.

For the kingdom, the powder, and the money is yours,

now and for an hour, amen.