Don't Call Me, I'll Call You
I wish these guys would stop their bugging me.
The prayers, the gifts, the worship services,
The sacrifice that plugs my sinuses,
Demands for miracles that cannot be.
That's not the worst. Philosophy's the worst,
I can't be My Me, I must be their me.
A Being Ultimate, a Frozen Pi,
Supreme and far away, The Ground of Würst.
I'd rather grow and change, alive like you.
A person, not a force of nature cold,
That breathes and speaks and laughs, alive and bold,
A soldier, not a king with praises due.
In history I chose to act and speak,
To risk it all, a man and not a freak.
The next stanza fits with this meaning but not with this form. Perhaps it should become a 18 line supersonnet.
No medium can find to me a path.
We hide and seek, we two, and never find
Will you your god nor spirit hold, you're blind
Until I come upon your head in wrath.