Blame Point

You say you want to see God
but only half of you rocks up
 
the other is drowned
like an aborted foetus
split between the flying mj smoke
and vodka residue in a cup
 
You say God is no fun
but when he sets a date you hardly show
 
most of you is MIA
taking up time with your lawyer
listing all your complaints
ready to share with the prosecutor
what you think you know
 
You say God is never there
but when was the last time you were truly present
 
one eye on the phone
another on the money
and your hands aflapping
to get in a stranger's pants
with no intent to repent
 
You say God makes you suffer
but when did you ask for advice
 
or were you too busy reading
trashy mags

or numbing your mind with television
drowning out his council with loud music
and blocking out his voice