Thursday, June 18, 2009

A Poem from '06

She holds her rosary beads tight,

She swears she is saved,

But I’ll push her with all my might,

Maybe she’ll fall in a bottomless cave.

Everyone thinks she’s kind,

I think she’s the devil,

One day I’ll give her a piece of my mind,

And put her at my level.

When I was a girl she asked me,

“Don’t you want a religion of your own”

I said, “No, let me be”,

Her mouth should be sewn.

She goes to church everyday,

If I told her I didn’t believe, I wonder what she’d say.

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