
Help, LORD, for the godly are no more
& we drown in mud
always wanting more
sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll
but, LORD, do you really care about this?
what’s wrong with a roll in the hay?
what’s wrong with being gay?
nothing at all, i suppose you’d say
O LORD, tell these televangelists
what your real message is
once and for all
so they stop preaching about
the fall of man
& stop being obsessed with
what we all do
in dark bedrooms
Author’s Note: The first line of this poem is from Psalm 12 from the New International Version of the Holy Bible. My idea was to use lines from the Psalms as poetry prompts to create “Alternative Psalms,” or Psalms applied to the 21st century.
Yes!!!!!
Indeed! My God is not a homophobe, nor is he sex-obsessed!