You say Jesus
Like He made
Your lips; like Muhammad
Guides your steps. My
Myths are more random,
Less informed by sacred texts
More thy word of
Mouth.
Buddha wore your bridal veil
Like a bib,
feasting
On your homemade vows. Glory
In numerous virgin births
And ascending saints, better now
For what they are than what they ain't.
-jim hill (11-14-2016)
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