A Poem for Atheist

poem atheist

atheist
laciest
wraith we missed
may we kiss
daisy fist
pray be this
the way we hissed
in a feign she lisped
her fake weak wrists
and neigh we pissed
the baby grist
on whale greased tits
in
crazy trysts

in fur in fur inforsomuch as
she rubbed the fur of animals
lions llamas badgers stoats
pocket monkeys
pygmy goats
she made me her pet
she made me pour sweat
she made me love the vicious lash
she made me eat her corn beef hash
and wash her lovely smooth white

asters mums and shiny plums
she put many an object to work in the garden
and loved to watch bean stalks harden
its amazing the fruits she produced
and what ripe berried she did juice
so she said
you can take a whore to culture
but you can't make him
play the rake then

hey genius
I'm
rabies blissed
in pale pink mist
my atheist