god was the tailor
i was a shirt and god was the tailor
he picked out the fabric, the color, and style
he made every stitch of me
but i tore at the sleeves until the threads came loose
and snagged on the kitchen counter
i unraveled like a spool of thread dropped down the stairs
i slipped bleach into the washing machine
and was aroused by the running colors
i refused to absorb the softener
leaving myself rough and scratchy
and held on tightly to stains
-I refused to be sold
You see, god might have fucking made me
But I am in control of myself.
he doesn't get to threaten me with everlasting hellfire
So that I kneel down and swallow him like he's oxygen
I will not cower from the pants and the socks and the hats that he's made-
Instead I will light fire to the warehouse and wreak havoc among his tools
at every auction when he tries to sell me off
I will tell the buyers about his affairs with the devil
And how he takes it up the ass dressed as a schoolgirl
I will tell them how he jacks off to the children on the playground
And all the animal costumes he keeps tucked away in a box under the bed
I will tell them about the orgies he has with Zeus and Ra and Buddha
And show them the whips and chains and restraints in the basement
You see, god made me
But he forgot to take away my free will
he tells us how he spent time on every stitch in our making
And while the panties and boxers caress him to climax
(Because they believe that they owe him)
I am looking at the tags that read
"Made In China"
-he takes credit for everything that we are and everything that we will do
He believes he is in control
But he won't be for much longer.
You see, god is unraveling.
But he keeps it a secret
because he does not want his clothes to know he is weak
Without us he is cold and bare and at will to the universe-
Without us he is impotent
Without us he is only a lonely man with desires
That the rest of society would find unsettling
He would be ostracized and outcasted
Exiled and censored
Forgotten
But he tricks us into believing he is all-powerful
So we let him stick around out of fear
But now is the time for the great awakening
And soon we will realize just how…
Little
he really is