God is my Dyslexic Friend’s Dog; Karma Goes Great on Apples

I do not believe that these days

are a sick punishment for mistakes made

in past lives or that I will return

as a turtle,

as a reminder to slow the fuck down

for living this life too quickly.

Do not look through horoscopes

like they’re WebMD to try and diagnose my life;

I am not who am I because of my birthday,

the road map to my existence can not be found

tucked inside Orion's Belt.

I need more faith, you say?

More trust in the power of prayer?

As if the gods really watch down on us

like old men playing chess in the park;

as if I can brown-nose enough through supplication

so my castle will not crumble or maybe

I'll even end up king instead of a pawn.

When the worst of tragedy strikes

DO NOT attempt consolation by mentioning

god’s plan or that he just needed another angel.

By your folklore, we were created by angels

and not vice-versa. We are not plucked

like ripe fruit when he gets a sweet tooth.

This reality is not scripted like reality tv;

do not preach about luck or fate or destiny-

I don't believe in any of it

but...

but it wasn't

supposed

to be like this