A rock in my shoe
Lodged itself stubbornly in my heel
But limping is a battle wound
And I wanna be cool
And the pain I feel is nothing compared
To the praise I will receive
When recounting the glorious battle between
My heel
And
A 0.15 ounce pebble
Lodged in my heel
Ripping a hole in my sock
Which doesn't match the other but
That's just me being non-conformist and
Therefore astoundingly cool
Like how I changed myself to not conform
And my conscience asked me if that was missing the point
But I shut it out because it makes me feel guilty
As if that was its job
But when I need it
When asked what's right or wrong
(I'm the Christian, remember?)
It offers no advice
Perhaps because of the gag in its mouth
So now that I've taken the gag out
It tells me to tell them just what they don't want to hear
So I shove that gag in and act like I don't know
A professional "um"
An experienced "I don't know"
And a firm "Whatever works for you"
Make me look like the Bible thumping
Intolerant yet loving
Humble
Christian I am on Sundays
