There is, to my extreme dismay <br />a movement in this misery <br />of people's thoughts that will betray <br />the foul religious industry. <br /> <br />I stared into the looking glass <br />to find the answer for my soul <br />I went to pray at midnight mass <br />was drenched in musty hyperbole. <br /> <br />At last I judged that I was God, <br />I seemed to hold the proper key. <br />But others found the notion odd <br />their voices spoke of blasphemy. <br /> <br />One day I saved my dear Schlappi <br />I felt the hand that steadied mine <br />I've known since then that there must be <br />not only Bacchus, God of wine, <br /> <br />but one who oversees all deeds <br />a master God of awesome skill <br />who sits and watches in the weeds <br />outside my town, up on the hill. <br /> <br />Impertinence, you are my friend, <br />I say that God would not be keen <br />to laissez-faire the current trend <br />the likes of it he's never seen. <br /> <br />As is the custom with our health <br />big bucks have bought the human soul <br />thus don't be shocked, the lure of wealth <br />has won and commandeered the role <br /> <br />of guardian and unquestioned king <br />today a robe of ebony <br />may calm your heart, but it will sting <br />as no one wants you to be free. <br /> <br />Thus, overall I'll give a miss <br />to organised shenanigans, <br />what clearly smacks of business <br />is not for me, it's 'also rans.'<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-business-of-religion/
