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Tv. Bible Calf
JP (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

Tv. Bible Calf

My golden calf before me.
Sit I do - sometimes for days.
Worship your images - chair style pew.
Your idols are the being and way.
The religion cast to all and few.

Idol hours spent with you.
My Heaven - hand on cue.
Many Gods you bring to me.
They cross the mighty sea.
Cruise ships like NOAH - receive.

Is it Satan's true religion?
The other channel shows division.
One more turn of the cue.
I'm in a church - Mark: 2
Such a question in all life.

What do I really worship?
Are they my Gods or Slapstick?
Yet, there on the big chair.
The one with the fluffy, fuzzy hair.
My simple Bible talking to me.

from my just published book,


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Comments (5)

What do I really worship? Are they my Gods or Slapstick? ...................................................... J.P. Fine poem.... In such minutes doubt - when the Satan triumphs, -I pray, until then it is the best way for self-defence ..10... Best wishes, Tsira
like teachers emotion not penetrating that layer of world sitting on backwards chair....
Hi Joe. A superb piece of writing outlining your views with such detail. well thought through and put together. thanks for the read. Regards Dave T
I'm sorry to say that I have a dear friend that's all he does! Is sit and grow fatter and broke on Sunday morning watching his Golden Calf! Ten! Sir Joe! God Bless! Linda
Brilliantly written Joe....good strong words....thank you for sharing it with us and I will look forward to reading the rest of your book...congratulations on publishing...