A Dog's Day Out

An overwhelming brightness 

Penetrates my harlot body no less

similar to the nails through Christ undressed

The dirty light fills me up with its greasy, 

shady, gritty, needy, an anti mary synchrotron if, given an optimistic tic 

Do I still have my clothes on? I digress.

Am I going to see God? Am I bowing as low as a dog? I look at my crooked posture with the intent to not disappoint my pastor.

I check my dress with hallowed grace as the shallow odes doth escape my bliss, 

"A lady's breasts and her bits must not show to anyone but her Davis"

I lay in wait, patiently anxious as I ascend

to a platform, adjacently placed next to a monstrous pillar, 

What was it supporting? oh, how I wondered, 

What did He look like? oh, how the thought wandered.

My ride was about to reach its apex, 

Did He have one peck, two pecks, or 3 pecks?! 

no matter the pecks, 

the thought of his blonde hair and blue eyes

made me cringe at the villager men with 

con hair and flu eyes

The platform was slower than a little imp's limps

I could write a petition of how the platform was a detention to discipline impure erections,

but I kept my cool and calm, 

bowing like a dog with no beef or qualms 

The moment is here, all that my life has led up to, 

This majestic venture into this cleaning world, 

will have cured my impure cur dings lest I get curred at

A stench is followed, a bark is growled, was it from me? Too engrossed into my authentic pretence? 

Or was it God, keeping a dog to keep Him company, noticeably probable.

The stench grew stronger, the growls turned wilder, until I felt saliva all over my body, oh the embarrassment, the dirty, greasy, shady, gritty enveloping me,

 an anti mary. 

I look up and find myself staring into the eyes of an animal, 

as the animal looked into mine,

A 10-foot tall tyrannical mammal, 

a dog with 2 eyes, 4 limbs and a tail, 

wagging in the sight of a new female

The dog gives off a bow! 

and it makes me think how?

Who do you bow to when God is a Dog?