Fooling The Fools

I swear to you, I will take this stone and make you brake 

I will take your blood, ask for wine, and quench my thirst for days

And if you know Joseph walked on water, then my death will be in sand

For this slouch is all that I am.

I will thank oh little town of Bethlehem for my pessimistic eyes  

And I will not blame your God for my mistakes,

For he and the brightest of stars have died

No faith of books and lies will make me plea on my knees

because he deserved to die

I’ve locked my daughter in a closet to keep her safe,

I will never let her see the torture of a man that prays.

She and I will live a life, keeping our minds, and loving our sins

For if I were Buddha, Ginsberg, or Ghadi the devil would love my name.

So, my dear dog, grandmother, co-worker, be a holy light shining the way

for states will sink, love will have conditions, and a burning bush will sing,

When we are fools.