Don’t tell me about your God,
you deserted him long ago
when you turned his love into hate,
your hate begot violence
and that violence begot death.

Don’t tell me about your faith,
It abandoned you when you
stockpiled weapons of mass destruction,
told us all to be fearful,
and to spy on our neighbors.

Don’t tell me about your religion,
I dismissed it when it pointed
its ugly finger at me in judgment,
and condemned me to hell
for asking questions.

Don’t tell me about your holy war,
for it was born in propaganda,
fomented in greed,
aged in a lust for power,
and made manifest in your stupid bomb.

Don’t tell me about your family values,
you proved how valuable they were
when you abandoned your son for being gay,
disowned your daughter for having an abortion
and divorced your second wife for a younger third one.

Don’t tell me about your patriotism;
you wear a flag pin on your lapel,
but you sold out your country
when you wiped your ass with the constitution,
and flushed it down the toilet.

Don’t tell me about personal responsibility,
when asked about the poor and the sick,
you said that it’s their fault for being so,
but when you were caught sexually assaulting women,
you blamed your bad behavior on the “liberal media”.

Don’t tell me about your moral majority,
because I’ll tell you about your hypocrisy,
confront you on your bigotry,
and your incessant need to poke your nose
into everybody else’s business.

Don’t tell me about love,
because yours is the kind
that is dependent upon
another person looking the same,
thinking the same, and believing as you do.

Don’t tell me about life;
you’ve reduced the universe
to the size of your own little mind,
love to the limits of your own feeble heart,
and your God to the image of your own ego.

So before you preach and teach,
get your own house in order.