The Answer

Sometimes I ask dear God and Jesus
If He could find a way to pleasus
By sending  answers , I suppose-ess
And I ...could I be His newfound Moses?.

I cannot climb the great Sinai
my mountain's  only six feet high
The answers from those tablets clearly
Showed those  laws that You hold so dearly

But what about my faggot friend?
Did Your crack pipe bring your ultimate end? 
How much was a gram of coke then?
Was crystal meth made with desert sand? 

Why through some strange moral contortion
Have You allowed my sister's abortion?
Does 100 proof vodka make You puke-ess?
Can we kill Islam before they nuke us?

When great Moses scaled Sinai
were his people on a heroin high?



I am waiting
For reply
To my
Bellowed cry
For the answer..

The answer
Might it be
A queersome
Mystery...?
A game without
A victory...?
A lie.

Waiting  waiting for reply
But if the answer is a lie...
Then bury me
Under live trees

And tell me
The answer
Tell me
The answer
Tell me
The answer