From The Shadows

I am myself,
All I can be,
Nothing to ponder,
No more to see,
I like what I like,
I need not explain,
Not here to satisfy,
The rants of your brain,
You spew your judgments,
Your religious jargon,
You can buy it,
I don’t see the bargain,
Made in “God’s” image?
That bullshit you speak,
Well if that is true,
Then “God” is a freak,
My body, His church,
My penis, His priest,
Shall I feel guilty?
Not in the least,
Your morals are yours,
You choose to accept them,
I choose to be free,
And use this erection,
This tongue and these fingers,
To satisfy any,
Who choose to be saved,
And oh there are many,
We crawl from the shadows,
From under your laws,
We break from your clutches,
And scriptural claws,
We want our lives,
To finally begin,
We want to experience,
This so-called “sin,”
And peeling the “faith,”
That covered my eyes,
I slowly began,
To realize,
There is no proof,
“That” god exists,
Up in Heaven,
Shaking fists,
Angry, dismayed,
Sickened, shocked,
By where I choose,
To stick this cock.