I believe in God, <br />Or do I anymore? <br />I join my hands in prayer <br />But what for - I'm not quite sure. <br /> <br />I look into the mirror, <br />A dog collar I see. <br />I feel it, push it, prod it <br />And wrench it out - I'm free! <br /> <br />The people call me father <br />But I've never had a child. <br />Perhaps I'll marry soon - one day <br />Before my own demise. <br /> <br />But now the days are long <br />As I stare out at the grass. <br />No one keeps me company, <br />I never say the Mass. <br /> <br />The sisters here are kind <br />And see to all my needs, <br />But I'd really like a cuddle, <br />A cuddle - yes indeed. <br /> <br />Night time turns to morning <br />And morning to the night. <br />I do not like the darkness, <br />For company - a light. <br /> <br />My garden is a graveyard <br />Amongst the spirit clan, <br />I wish that I was there with them <br />For then I'd be a man!<br /><br />Joe Hughes visit joehughes.org.uk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dementing-priest/
