Shakes Our Faith and Breaks Their Promise

This blueberry tea tastes like you

And I don’t know who you are

Not really.

Not yet.

I should do

I suppose you’ll just yell at me and claim I haven’t been paying attention

Well this is stupid, since all we do is go around in circles

If we dropped it all perhaps then I could put a name to the taste

Or an identity at the least

But here you go on with your “Hare Krishnas" and “Mea Culpas"

Thinking you’re so smart and spiritual

You’re just a dumb drunk

But I adore you for your insides and soul

As shattered and shrunken as it may be at this time