045 - God

Churches are weird

They should be feared

Big slabs of stone

Just leave them alone

And then there are Priests

They talk to the deceased

Don’t you think that’s strange?

To have such an exchange?

Chapels eat all the people

Who come to the steeple

They come out all changed

And somewhat deranged

I’m sure vicars are nice

Preaching about sacrifice

They prob’ly mean no harm

But they cause me alarm

Churches cast strange spells

With their ringing bells

And people find God

Which I find a little odd

‘Cos he doesn’t really care

On account of not being there

It’s a fact that persists

He just doesn’t exist

I know this infomercial

Might be somewhat controversial

Just use your own acumen

To be a nice human

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This poem appears in the book World’s Bestest Poetry Volume One, available from the Shop!