We Get To Chose Our Gods

 

Been looking at the world,

My folks and all my foes,

To find some inner peace,

Or get just why I don’t,

I took my time in this,

From depths to all the bogs,

And when my time was done,

I wished I would have quit,

 

I thought I’d love the poor,

And break bread with the rich,

I felt for the retarded,

Admired all the witty,

Communed with all the pious,

And talked to Satanists,

Every emotionally conscious,

The apathetic geeks,

I thought contrasting all these folks,

Would make me understand the I,

But when my time was winding up,

I wished by God I would have quit,

 

I found that men just use these labels,

To make them feel they were unique,

They didn’t believe the son of God,

Or hold to tenets of a thought,

I learned that deep inside a man,

Convenience drove the things they do,

That none of them were satisfied,

But always wanted something more,

I realized something blasphemous,

That men just turned ideas to gods,

They worshipped status; worshipped fame,

And all the murk sandwiched between,

And now I felt I could have puked,

I surely wished I would have quit,

 

I looked at everything I’d seen,

And said woe to all my kind,

They chose their gods from all they saw, 

And never even knew they did,

I sat alone and shed my tears,

And started muttering to me,

“Now the time is up my boy,

But man I wish I would have quit’

@Job Kerry