Crapulence

(Poetry Scales 31)

Full to the gills
Fed up on fear
Yet craving more
Craning to hear

Harbinger junkies hung over on panic
Worshiping gloom is a cult quite satanic

The people of God should be people of hope
They claim to trust an Almighty
But to hear the people who go by that name
You’d find an imposter who’s puny