God Bless Me?! 07.21.03

Is it not you
So young and impressionable
Supple and porous
Glaring at me with
That glazed one-yard stare?

Hypnotized with promises
Of eternal life
Wings, harps and visits with dearly departed grandma
Always absolutely right AND
Correct beyond debate

A mere child looking down
Your nose with pity
At what has to be
A heathen of the grandest scale
Me beyond belief