Saturday, September 13, 2014

A Sonnet on Worship

Again, feel free to take offense, but no spewing hate, please! :)

Throwing a fist of rice to the flames,
Making the air heavy with smoke.
Chanting a dozen fantastical names,
As if this is all a practical joke.

Pouring honey and milk over a stone,
Adorning it with garlands of cash.
Pretending this will let you atone,
Ha, even your God might just gnash!

On your knees four times a day,
Facing an arbitrary desert rock.
Arrogating that as the only way,
Even though 'tis basically ad hoc.

Apple after apple, you consume only the skin,
Discarding the fruit, the problem lies therein.

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