My Mom Likes Me To Go To Church Poem by Jordan Jinx

i thought that maybe if i swung high enough
i could fall
fall into a place i never belonged to
the swing set creaks
and i remember that i'm still trapped
a hell hole i'm buried in

but i go inside
to have religion and ignorance shoved down my throats
by people who could never really understand
they think they're happy.
except, not really.
they share the same bliss most drunks have...
it lasts for a bit
then you vomit in your car.