Yeah, I’m living life
in a beer can baptizing
my self-worth in foam.
Give me another one
and I will put this
dead tin to rest on the bar.
Sorry, was that a choir?
I've never heard hymns
sung in short skirts and heels.
I got soul, but I’m no soldier…
Sunday school’s got its roots inside me,
but God didn’t draft me for his army.
Pull up a chair and we’ll share communion.
I can’t burn if I’m swimming in holy water.
Sure you can preach, just make it a new sermon.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Izy at Real Toads made the challenge easy, watch the video and write a poem inspired by it. Yep, that is where my muse took me. Out of Standard ~ Film School Drop Out Edition