I don't believe
in god
but I'd really
like to,
and I often get
a sort of
magic feeling
at sun-up
if I'm alive
and sober,
so damn
reassuring
still.
I try not to
worry
about if
there is or
if
there ain't,
but it pisses me
off - if you're
the daddy why
then so many
hungry
crying kids.
Worse.
My Granny
loved Jesus
and I reckon
most everybody
else
but he don't
make them like
her
anymore and if
he were real,
he
would.
I can't believe
in believe
in heaven but
it's been hell on
Earth since I
strayed from
Daddy's preachin'
and that heavy
leather
book.
I don't believe
in nothing but
I don't mind
my momma
praying
so long as it makes
her feel good,
she prays for me
and it don't
hurt
none.
