False Idolatry

I bought some love at Pizza Hut today with the twenty-five cents that my daddy gave me.
Yeah, yeah I know,
that's pretty cheap for love...
but not as cheap as mine.
Mine doesn't cost anything,
in fact,
I usually have to pay to love.
It is a fairly costly investment.
It starts out simple enough.
All I give is a smile or a laugh or a hug.
But that is never enough.
I normally give my body next.
They can batter it or caress it or cover it in cum.
But that's not enough either.
Then comes the heart,
and soon after,
the soul.
The heart is normally stroked for a while,
the soul fed words of kindness.
But all too soon the inadequacies show,
and I am left with a broken heart and deprived soul.

I sold some love the other day with the cursed kindness that God gave me.
I should be more cautious of who I allow inside my temple.
The vandalism done will take months to repair.
Some things may even have tobe replaced.
I may have to start over and build a new temple all together.
But whom shall be the God of my idolatry this time.
I have made horrible choices in my worship.
They have all been wolves in sheeps clothing.
I am just too engorged to notice.
"Liars and hypocrites and posers. Oh my!"
"Liars and hypocrites and posers. Oh my!"
"I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your faith in fellow man all to Hell!"
Hmmm.....
I don't think that I'll let that happen this time.
I am above your reindeer games.

I wagered some love in a poker game today.
You had your fun.
You had your chance.
But you gave us both a shitty hand.
I've always sucked at poker.
I don't think that I'll anty up this round because,
it is not right to buy, sale, trade or wager something intended to be free.
When you do,
you both lose in the end.
And isn't it all about winning these days?