The Candidate
by Jack Brummet
It's you Up There
Trying to explain
To The Lamplighter
The Scoutmaster of all Scoutmasters
How you believed you were made
By a being of purity and love
But how do you choose?
Allah Jesus Krishna Buddha
Yaweh The White Goddess Frigg
Hailie Selassie Zeus Gyhldeptis
Turan Bikeh Hozho Lono
Waheguru Mithra Achiyalatopa
Jeebo Manannan mac Lir
Eight Immortals Baal Moloch?
How you do pick one
Without a sign
And then pick the right one
Where you at least have a shot
At getting it right
As opposed to choosing nothing?
They pull out the list
Of everyone you've ever
Lusted after fornicated with
Cheated on stole from lied to
Conspired against or harmed
Willingly or unwillingly
Written up it doesn't look so good
But you always knew there'd be time
To make amends recoup your losses
Or even repent
In a last minute bid
For a spot near the throne
You always bet you'd have enough warning
To carry on and save the clean living
For the very end
On the positive side of the ledger
In your chest beat
The heart of a Good Samaritan
Who never quite got off
The starting blocks
You're looking earnest now
At the Starthrower
And they tell you
To have a seat.
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