i don't mind hate, i just avoid it
i wouldn't step away from a hungry knife
and when i'm ordered, i wouldn't call on god
to reinvent the way, i'd torture the starved and the naked
feeling as if on the verge of victory at a weekend game

i wouldn't deny the horrific interpretations
of words that i may or may not have written while drunk
pushing lips into the microphone: "yes yes, but i am not god"
and the room would fall silent, forever giving up
on the idea of this man, who is this man?
for sure, not god