Pardon if I insult
Your sensibilities this day
I have no time for cults
So hate me, then go pray.
Your timing is atrocious
You have no idea, do you?
That I have been there and back
I'm not here to try to fool you.
I have my own ways to tend to
I can show more than what you want
To experience at this time
I know a secret font.
So don't demean yourselves, or God
By thumping Bibles; think
Of other ways to achieve Nirvana
There are more than your ways in the rink.
So merge with all in this fair world
Heaven is here too
Hell is what you make of life
When you have a narrow view.