In the beginning God told Adam
To grow up.
My father would’ve thrown me out too,
If I hadn’t left.
I never liiked apples anyway.
Arguing with Sunday school teachers
Dressed in dowdy clothes because
They were frightened to have an interest
Outside of church
Didn’t help.
That there is no god worthy of my belief,
Made me even more unwelcome..
Now the Buddha’s head on the kitchen bench
Is mocking my farher’s ancestors,
Asking them about the truth.
But my sins have no one to forgive them.
And until I can no longer tell right from wrong,
My soul will keep being eaten alive
By the serpent that,
Tortures me with broken promises.
If only I believed that enlightenment
Could be found in seven days.