You do not see the other half, the inner orbital
The holiness of scripture, the conjecture of prayer
Or the riddle of the holy-ghost

You ridicule everyone with a faith
And take aim at children at heart
Flooding innocence in a watershed
Of ill-words and profanities.

It’s easy – and convenient – to forget that
When you were a child, monopoly was a game
And now in adulthood, monopoly can only be
The inner workings of a bigot’s mind.