I met a man the other day who proclaimed he was right
in his smug assured way.
As I listened I wondered " How can this be?"
when all he held sacred seemed profane to me.
I conducted a survey, I asked all around;
opinions, like assh*les, were thick on the ground.
Some followed a Prophet, others swore by a book.
Some would **** you to save you if that's what it took.
In a pantheon of idols, theirs was the true God.
All the others are fakes- which I found rather odd.
I admired their certainty; their faith seemed so strong.
Yet doubt tempts me to wonder if everyone's wrong.
We all think we're right which can lead to disaster,
both  here and now and then  in the hereafter.