Mother Mary and the Puppet

[Guest guest]

As I was noticing the spitting image of Mother Mary

in my oatmeal

I thought to myself that it was not as stunning

as the version I saw of her in my piled up dirty clothes

sititng in the corner of the room with the lighting just right.

 

I thought to myself again, "Gee, Mother Mary's pretty cool."

 

I mean, first she shows up in my dirty laundry

and then she stops by again in my morning oatmeal.

Just what the heck is it is she trying to tell me?

 

Then I remember I don't believe in Mother Mary

and that she's just some myth cooked up by priests

to repress people and make them feel bad about themselves

for not living up to some impossible standard.

 

Everyone has dirty laudry

and personal power is manipulative.

 

Personal power could make me think I saw Mother Mary

in a pile of dirty clothes and a bowl of oatmeal

and then have me wondering what she was trying to tell me.

 

I don't know what to believe anymore.

Everything is manipulated

and sometimes I feel like a puppet

jerked on chains by my master

who is a sadistic joker.

 

Silly puppet me.

Strung out on religions and countries

and personal beliefs

taking credit, inheriting blame.

 

See I did it again.

 

Maybe I could just join a cult

(like I'm not in one already)

and trick my mind into believing

that it's something new

that will lead to freedom.

 

Freedom. Hell.

Hell. Freedom.

Fine line

some might say.

 

Perhaps I could clarify

with something the old wise ones said...

 

...but that would defeat the purpose.

 

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