Sacrilege, the Sacred Religion
I was out walking my DOGMA thinking I AMGOD
when they tried to tell me that the meek would inherit the earth,
but all my life I've seen the weak get buried in dirt
so.
Bump what's written on your button
it amounts to nothing
if you give a mouse a muffin, he will rat
on his (w)hole pack.
I told Marvin I was Martian
just spitting like Sylvester
no polyester but I'm out my cotton-picking mind
wool on my eyes and the Lord is my shepherd.
Heavenly Father.....what's a Heavenly Father?
My grandaddy was a DOGON, so when he looked in the mirror
he saw NO GOD
Amen.
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I am a 6 time grand slam champion, the 1st ever youth winner of the International RustBelt Poetry Slam, I am a member of the InsideOut Literary Arts Project, and a published poet.
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