I stood there and listened to all you had to say
But in return you did not hear me
You told me that your life had been a mess
That seven years prior you had "found him"
My only thought was why had he been missing?
The disapproval on your face spoke volumes
You wanted to save me from a life of sin
In a small town everyone knows each other
My perversion is on display
I called a plumber not a preacher
It is such a shame that your words were lost on me
And that I'll never feel the joy that only "he" brings
I respect your life's path so please do the same
I have a mustard seed in my pocket
And I've always known where "he" lives
You assume I am without faith
Your dirge grows tiresome
All I wanted was a hot shower
Author notes
Written May 12th, 2005
A contest entry
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