Bubbles big
and bubbles small
I wish that I
could pop them all
their pious lies
would finally fall
how nice without
their bubbles

he thinks all day
of things to say
like it's your fault
cuz you don't pray
new shoes new shirt
for judgment day
he's ready
in his bubble

and she's right there
with hateful glare
to tell you that the
rod won't spare
the only way to
get God's care
and live inside
His bubble

but me I see
I'll never be
among the 'good'
among the 'free'
I'm lost in sin
tossed out to sea
outside
their giant bubble

bubbles big
and bubbles small
I wish that I
could pop them all


©2012 Lyn