Into Myth Poem by Robert Rorabeck

It gets so sometimes I’d like to pray,
And on my knees I’d like to say,
“Now enough! Why do you have to be
So f*cking tough! ”
But to do so would make me a hypocrite,
Believing in a God when it is convenient,
Rather, I should take the blows,
Laughing from their pews and rows,
And beaten, battered, alone in the end,
Turn my face away from this all, and grin,
For that would mean I was still inside,
And hadn’t given up and lied.