Clayton A. Engle, III
The Time I Wasted
I went up to the mountain for these people,
And what did it get me?
Nothing at all,
Except the time I wasn't in doing it.
To take all that gold,
And melt it into this worthless piece of nonsense you all now worship.
Rejecting the tablets I brought down from the mountain,
Idolizing this golden calf you believe to be god.
Tell me when your god speaks,
Does it say moo.