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by Jolie Blond
04/26/2004
Old men,
bullet heads,
their souls lead poisoned,
their lives three-quarters spent
and one quarter useless,
sit at the conversation benches
yakkin' about God.
God is love, the God-pimps sigh . . .
God is love, the God-pimps decree . . .
Oh, whispering willows of wimpish winds:
God is love.
Bullshit, I say,
God is not love . . .
Why would you want to reduce
the Great Architect,
the omnipotent, all powerful, all mighty
creator of a universe so complex and grand
that your puny brains
couldn't grasp
one one hundred quadjillionth of it,
Why would you reduce God
down to such a puny little box
as "love" ?
Their mouths open, jaws dropped,
the God-pimps begin to protest,
but I am on a roll now
and there is no stopping me.
Keep your puny little effeminate
sniffling god, I say,
the wallflower god who waits in the corner
until you old farts have finished your debaucheries
and casual insults
and moral ambiguities . . .
waits for you
so that he can make your hard lives up to you
by buying you a Cadillac.
Keep your sissy god, I say,
my God is a conditional God,
He says so in His book:
If you obey, then I will covenant . . .
I am the potter, He says, not you,
I will make of you what I will,
pisspot or sacred vessel,
and if I don't like the looks of you,
I'll toss your broken shards
out into potter's field.
The old God-pimps are angry,
their open, loving palms
closed to fists.
Be careful, I say,
God loves me.
Tags: Revver, viral video, poetry, poem, poet, spoken word, reading, God pimps, bullet head, lead poison, bible code, God is love, bullshit, architect, omnipotent, puny brains, wallflower, moral ambiguity, covenant, sacred vessel, potter's field, James Jarvis
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