dessert first

i was raised to
see a priest in order
to speak with God.

i was raised to
not drink before a
meal. not even water.

i was raised to
follow my mind because
the heart doesn’t make money.

i was raised to
respect woman. but all that
leaves me is too much pussy.

i’m now inclined to
forward the FedEx’d pussy
that lies on my doorstep.

to the priest who needs
it attached with a note that reads
who says the water is holy.

retire my mind. speak to
God with my heart. and
eat dessert first.