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