Heavenly Father

Children

of the world,

call me Daddy

because I’ve decided

on becoming a priest,

so, I can finally tell my lies

without anyone questioning me.

Hold onto my every word

as if I am God himself,

and I’ll offer you penance from the pulpit

making you curtsy before me

like obedient sheep.

I am merely a Shephard

controlling his flock,

and your only job is to baa.

Cry your tears at the altar

into the kneeler trough

so, I can later bless

and bathe your babies in it.

Offer me your starving tongues

on Sundays,

then confess your darkest,

most precious secrets

the other SIX.

We are all but sinners,

but I am a God among Men.

If he made me in his image,

then why shouldn’t I be worshipped?

SIX Hail Marys

and a guaranteed seat in heaven

just for me

because I wear this costume

and you don’t.

Forgive me, lord,

for I am the father

who hath sinned

too many times,

trading one black suit

for another,

and I murdered myself

breaking commandment SIX,

but remember

that the filtered city water

waiting for a lever flush

from the confession toilet

already washed away my filth

by the baptism

blessed on me

in your name,

as if it never happened.

Thanks for that.

Amen.

I am but reborn and righteous now,

refreshed and clean,

living tax-free and untouchable,

and now

I AM YOUR GOD.