The Teflon Prayer

By Cliff Lake

 

The Teflon Prayer

 

In these days of the Tribulation,

We pray for the Great Defendant,

For he is beset on all sides,

By documentation and evidence,

And flippers and leakers,

And may no longer

Live beyond consequence.

 

Hear our despair

That one so mighty

In impolite behavior

And shady dealings,

And self-victimization,

And winking prejudice,

And flagrant misogyny,

And strongman kowtowing,

And blatant selfishness,

And outrageous disloyalty

Should be equated

To such as we?

 

How we exalted him!

He is our powdered savior –

Glistening on the golf course,

In the fullness of his pants.

Have we not made for him

Garish cartoons of impossibility?

Have we not made of him

A paragon of all that he is not?

Have we not purchased

The Chinese hats,

And flags and coffee mugs,

And bumper stickers and shirts,

And tattooed his likeness

Near our genitals for our comfort?

Was this all for naught?

Have we debased ourselves

And pledged servitude

To he and his craven ravings

Only to be exposed to

The records of a criminality

So convoluted and vast

That we gasp in awe

And wonder why

We didn’t get in on it sooner?

 

Are we to be left out in the cold

Or remanded to confinement

Simply for joining a clan

That allowed us to be

Our worst selves,

Just like our Lord and Savior,

Who doesn’t even know our names

And doesn’t want to.

Save him from the justice he has earned.

Or at least look the other way,

While we sneak out the back.

 

Amen.

 

Cliff Lake 8/17/2023

Copyright © Clifford Lake

Location: 1100 S Ocean Blvd, Palm Beach, FL 33480, USA

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