I saw a commercial today
and it made me think of you.
A bold line crossed the screen
it said, chuckles
it said:
“Jesus didn’t teach hate
He washed feet.”
Immediately I knew the sentiment would resonate.
If I called you in that moment
I predict the trajectory of your voice would lift,
a skit as you proclaim,
“Oh ohhhh little girl,
I just saw this ad, very amazing,
very important, watch it!”
The way you would preach,
the words dripping off your tongue
would sound so sweet it would make the naysayers believe
in the power of prayer and the washing of feet—
Then the bottle drops.
***** and vile words,
arrogance and liquor;
you’re both sweetened and soured.
Mixed with lemonade,
you grow your grandiose
your self absorption and your hate
like bunions, so you’ll need to wear
another bottle like a bandaid
to hide your insecurities and shame.
Your feet are ******* filthy.
They say “Jesus didn’t teach hate”—
but did he know you?
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
I saw a commercial today
and it made me think of you.
A bold line crossed the screen
it said, chuckles
it said:
“Jesus didn’t teach hate
He washed feet.”
Immediately I knew the sentiment would resonate.
If I called you in that moment
I predict the trajectory of your voice would lift,
a skit as you proclaim,
“Oh ohhhh little girl,
I just saw this ad, very amazing,
very important, watch it!”
The way you would preach,
the words dripping off your tongue
would sound so sweet it would make the naysayers believe
in the power of prayer and the washing of feet—
Then the bottle drops.
***** and vile words,
arrogance and liquor;
you’re both sweetened and soured.
Mixed with lemonade,
you grow your grandiose
your self absorption and your hate
like bunions, so you’ll need to wear
another bottle like a bandaid
to hide your insecurities and shame.
Your feet are ******* filthy.
They say “Jesus didn’t teach hate”—
but did he know you?
