Tarnished Ministry Poem by Ron Poetry

..Scholar of conflicted thought processing-a joke that doesn't even garner a courtesy laugh. MY PERSONAL WAS SO PERSONAL THAT YOU USED IT FOR YOUR OWN PERSONAL REASONS...
Corrosive liquid swells up in borrowed bedroom eyes, that has most of these people believing, that...
I am a branded savage. Loneliness the bread of my affliction. Control is my addiction.
Brainwashed on top of a soapbox teaching the word of God, giving my deacons the nod as they collect tithes and offerings from the suffering you suffer from the guilt of being poor... Thoughts as innocent as barn raising with the Amish.
I stand apart from these clueless sun-worshippers who see God in a bush on fire.... My Moses didn't wear a watch with his Hebrew attire.....
Art is a decent alternative to God.
Forget your bedspread Jesus; bi-polar saint—dead man blabbing. A deadly apparatus.
In a city of 99 cent store daily words and defective theologist imitators, I prefer dinner alone...
I am the conservation of momentum. Considering therapy, also, the curve of the Earth.
There should be a church for citizens so profound...
Ron Poetry