worship

[Jerrybaldy]

Worshipping the band amidst the crowd
With beer and festival piss stained clothes
High on something in spotlights
And trampled grass.

Praising God as his light shines
Through man made stained glass
On a Sunday when I could be
Climbing a tree.

Worshipping you naked
Wet.

Worshipping aces.
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Some bastard in a cape.

Hello?

There is something Father.
For f ucksake.

Right?

[Scheherazade]

Worshipping the band amidst the crowd
With beer and festival piss stained clothes
High on something in spotlights
And trampled grass.

Praising God as his light shines
Through man made stained glass
On a Sunday when I could be
Climbing a tree.

Worshipping you naked
Wet.

Worshipping aces.
Authors
Seers
Songwriters
Some bastard in a cape.

Hello?

There is something Father.
For f ucksake.

Right?Hi, Jerry

There are instances of wonderful wording and poetry in there but, over all, it feels like, to me, a bunch of half-baked ideas thrown in together in a rush because you have lost interest or patience to arrange them in a more meaningful way.

A first draft?

[Jerrybaldy]

You are right Sche. Thanks. I see you also prevented deletion serving any purpose.

[Scheherazade]

Oh, I quoted out of habit. If that is your wish, I can remove the poem.

[prendrelemick]

That second verse could be developed into something - I mean It's a great idea.

[Revolte]

I strongly agree with Pren up there ^. Also I think "pissed stained clothes" might be better read as cloths instead of clothes, if it's understood.