Poem - Writing For A Prophet

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@sofs was asking about my humourous poetry so here is one I wrote today. Enjoy. Writing For A Prophet You wouldn’t think he’d need P R But the Messiah hired me To cut through the Om and Aah And make profound every banality So each utterance Becomes a pearl of wisdom. Nothing’s left to chance As he builds his mighty kingdom Among the mass attending masses I check the photos we release So none of him picking his nose passes And no one sees his knobbly knees. I cover up his supermodel groping sessions, Claims that this is just a cult, And the missing money questions – All untrue of course; a great insult To a man of great faith and divinity Who will decide between Heaven or Hell As where you get to spend infinity? My job is to tell his story well So you believe he walked on water Rather than having an affair with the PM’s daughter Believe the miracles, or be lambs to the slaughter My place in Paradise ought to Be assured for airbrushing the Gospel truth Making his message as true For today’s cynical youth As the word of Jesus used to do Before the dark days of Darwin For I really am the miracle maker I am the saint of sacred spin The media’s greatest liberty taker Serving myself by serving the living God Though I don’t believe a word he says It’s not hypocrisy. It’s not so odd Believe me, have faith – it pays! Arthur Chappell