Heavenly Father
Children
of the world
shall call me Daddy,
as 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 shepherd
controlling his flock—
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 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 Mary’s
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 thus, murdering myself.
I may have violated commandment SIX,
but never forget
that the filtered city waters
flowing through this confession throne
will receive a lever flush
washing away my filth
by the baptism
blessed on me
in your name,
as if it never happened.
Thanks for that.
Amen—
and Winky Face!
I am but reborn and righteous now,
refreshed and clean,
living tax-free and untouchable,
and now
I AM YOUR GOD.
©2023 Chris Sadhill