Friday 15 February 2019

Minister Of Sinister

I wrote this poem about this weird guy that is staying with my religious culty landlords:




Minister of Sinister


I am a mentor
Touring to
Mentally help the meek
Downtrodden through bad deeds.

I am a mentor
Ordained to
Praise the six day work week while
Falling on Bible belt knees.

I spread the word with
An original sin-tainted tongue
I spread my seed
And carry a concealed handgun.

I am against a woman’s right for
Abhorrent abortions,
and I don’t pay taxes for drunks.
I travel with a tattered briefcase
And a rolled-up carpet in the trunk.

I am a mentor
Untormented
By fermented first-breath sin
I keep my hand in the collection tin.

I am the mentor,
Aforementioned.
And I despise science.
It’s so easy to sleep
When you don’t have a conscience.