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At the entrance to the train station,
a Jehovah’s witness one side,
a Morman at the other,
both trying to save my soul,
one booklet at a time,
while emails fly in to my pocket
offering better interest rates
and great deals on airfares.
The news tells me
that a virus is spreading
and floods have replaced the fires,
I guess the blood dimmed tide
has indeed been loosed,
and innocence replaced
by ignorance.
But if you try the impeach the guilty,
who are racked not with remorse
but a nuclear sense of entitlement,
then I’ll refer you back to distract;
soul to soul, airfares
and interest rates.
Look on the bright side,
we’re all bound to die.
Then ask yourself a question,
what will you leave behind?
It’s easier to be a churchgoer
than a good Christian.
If I can’t tell the difference
between a hydrangea and an azalea
how am I supposed to choose a God?
If I can’t choose between
Blur and Oasis
or which car to drive,
which cigarettes,
bottle of whisky,
am I a cat or dog person,
would I like fries with my order,
would I like to upsize for an extra dollar,
should I carry an umbrella,
should I shift my retirement savings
from conservative to a riskier strategy
if it means I’ll get a better return?
How am I supposed to choose a God
if I can’t pick which people I’m meant to decry?
I mean, which gospel should I deny? Which flag should I burn?
Can I imagine no religion and choose the Gospel of John?
How am I supposed to choose a God if I like everyone?