An Atheist Prayer

Fall down

Steeping forwards

The blond man will once again fly

A speech to God

Can he hear you?

Prayer, prey, bird of prey

It’s all the same

Fat, satisfied, sophisticated fingers

The young lad lied to God

And to himself

Shall I be romantic or an atheist

Senseless common sense

I thought about last night before I fell asleep

And it had it’s sense then

Now not anymore

No, not that much

I write some poetry

And it sucks

I wouldn’t want to read it

It’s a prayer about nothing

To no one

Whore chipped red nail polish

covering yellow fragile nails

Is this what you like?

I’ll cut my fingers

And give one to everyone

Who dislikes my fashion

We are Kens and Barbies

But not so much

More beautiful

More plastic

Under the trees, they eye me then laugh

I laugh, I am an amusement