Musings of a Weirdo.

xi || Rant #2: Not My Scene

Another irritable rant, yes. Oh and I really don't mean to offend anyone, please understand. There my subjective views and I'm not enforcing them on you. Besides it's just a rant so please don't get butthurt over it. 

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 The tenth time my mother dragged me to the temple,

I'd given up trying to tell my dearest mother that

Temples and poojas just really weren't my scene

But she just gasps like I've made the biggest sin

And just drags my unholy hide back to the holy shrine

Now that those daily guilt trips have stopped working

She tries to remind me of how much god had done

For her in her difficult times; he was her salvation

No offence dear Ma, we're just different people

Stop expecting me to tag along every time you go there

Oh it doesn't end there.

My grandma and my mother have joined forces

It takes their entire willpower to get me to pray

Why even do it if it's done so grudgingly?

But they don't get it; as long as I'm standing in front

With my hands clasped in prayer under my head

Little do they do about the utter shit I mutter while 'praying'

Don't get me wrong, I believe in god...well mostly

I just have very little to say and it don't affect me that much

At least not so much to suddenly view the world

In a new light and restore my ruined faith in humanity

But alas, they don't get it.

My problem ain't with you god; its with temples

They ain't no place to drag a bored and restless child

All they do make me more sleepy and I feel like a right prat

And no matter how hard I try, I can't conjure prayers

So I'm left standing staring at walls like a dork

So yeah, keep me away because it ain't my scene

Having me in there is an insult to the people in there

I wish my mum would stop forcing this down my throat

My rant is now coming to an end; I must conclude with

If I were god, I wouldn't want to be trapped within four walls