I need nothing I’ve never had before
and most of what I’ve had
don’t need that either.
I don’t need need
I desire not to desire
a rich Buddhist makes a poor Buddhist
I’d make a better atheist
except God gets in the way.
He made me
He made me need
though I’m duped to think
I make the need myself.
Somewhere between the sacrilege and the sacrament
I’m playing hide and seek with God
and if Marx was right
(Karl and Groucho)
religion is the opium of the masses
and either God is dead or my watch has stopped
till I remember even dead
a broken watch is right twice a day.