Madame Salamander
With her small, speckled spots
Spread smoothly over her
Skin, similar to the sun.
Tiny toes tip tapping long treks
Through tough terrain.

Madame Salamander
Grand and glamorous, great gales
Of green-eyed ganders give her
Gosh awful grabs as gifts, gabbing
Gleefully of gross gourds.

Madame Salamander
Feel her filmy eyes on her
Flat facade furrow into a feverish
Gaze as her words fan further
And farther whilst she fabulates.

Madame Salamander*
Let her linger on her long legend
Of little lizards lipping to large
Lions and licked away from
Their lovely lives as lizards.

I've yet to find a religion
That doesn't shun the others,
Just because their god has a different name.

I've yet to find a religion
That doesn't say everyone's entitled
To their own view as long as its the same as theirs.

I've yet to find a religion
That doesn't condemn women
To being inferior just because god's a dude (apparently.)

I've yet to find a religion
That doesn't insist its followers
Do unto others as theyd have done unto them.


I've yet to find a religion
That doesn't disregard that rule
When it suits them to ignore "gods" words.