O Big White Pervert in the Sky (A Prayer)

It could’ve been better, now that I think;

I could’ve been spared the wanton-think.

You could’ve averted the teasing wait,

You could’ve saved me from the endless date.

I could’ve stayed away from being a woman.

The mind-trip could’ve been much less consumin’.

Listen, I just think this could’ve been better.

I could’ve been weaker, I could’ve been less bold,

Sometimes I think that would’ve been much fairer to this world.

I should’ve been a bigger pansy and been a fatter liar,

I should’ve just picked up a pail of water and put out the fire.

I should’ve been less loyal, that would’ve been right.

Coz I don’t know if they even know my love and its might.

I wish I was selfish, I see so perfectly how it’d work,

Now I feel stupid for being a truthful jerk.

For the good girl I've always tried to be,

You should’ve atleast tried to make it easier for me.

O Big White Pervert in the Sky, hear me tonight,

I’m made out of you – why don’t you ever take my side?

You built me to be ruined and you surely will succeed,

Do unto me what you need to do to justify your creed.

I fight so hard so you’d someday feel ashamed

For using me as a toy in all your corrupted games.

So, stop watching me with a smile as I push the wall.

Sincerely, Your poor little baby doll.

Rainier

What's 1.1.2.3.5.8 to chaos

is evil to this benignity.

This one's mostly twisted

in a very divine way.

Fattest balls of snow

On greenest pastures

For psychedelic tear drops.

No more habit of creature.

Not smoked clouds in spoonfuls of blue sky

Nor monsoon cream of grey

You're not going to rain on this one

Not today, no way.