Organized Religion

You’re not above me

you just nudge me

in the direction you think I ought to go.

You don’t know me

so don’t show me

that you think you know more than He.

No one knows more

than the divine one,

(but maybe the divine one’s son)

bar none.

Just cause a guy

with a big old hat

gave you a pat on the back

and said you could be a priest

till you get fat

doesn’t mean you can tell me

gay people are whack

what kind of love is that?