If I believed in anything, like I would say it here!
I keep my beliefs closer to my chest, unless
I’m answering the Belief-O-Matic™’s quizzical call.
Some days I believe all you need is love,
and others in the power of upper-middle-class incomes.
I would like to believe in the healing properties of plants.
But plants are too slow for this. Plants whisper away the day
when healing sometimes TO SHOUT.
Some might say: perhaps if I’d professed a bit
I wouldn’t hurt now. To that I say “pshaw,”
for one gets so few chances to say it.
If God is that God,
He can see your fingers crossed behind your back,
with, on the back of His head,
His mother’s eyes.
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