TOUGH LOVE

and the great man himself
seated...throned...in their midst
just who doesn't covet
a party like this
alas...for mere mortals...tis
water to drink, whilst reading
the book wrote in holiest ink
no smug pious smile might be
seen on a face 
that must ever dwell
in this lowlier place
ever to yearn for the better and
more, for wings made of
goodness on which they may
soar
see now...
high cannot be if no low exists
too, so you maketh god just as
god madeth you
but one day, tis said when,
you've suffered enough
heaven may have you and if not
well...tough,