Jesus and Anger

Surrounded by a plague

you surrendered your vices

one by one

Gave up cigarettes and sugar

Supposed to let go of coffee and soda

Eventually, swearing and sanity went out the window too

The only addictions

that never left 

were Jesus and anger

The sage of rage 

is the righteous christ's

right hand man...or in this case, woman

How else were you gonna put

the fear of god

into your drunk husband

and protect your children

without a praise the lord chokehold

and a hallelujah backhand

You fed me rootbeer candy

under the table

I would disappear into your hugs

when I was tiny

You lost your teeth before I came

so I never felt your bite

Before I lived a dozen years

you made it very clear

If I didnt drink the saviors juice

I would be welcomed

into the handbasket

and you would not wave goodbye

I never told you 

who I was

but I loved to make you laugh

To visit was to bare the burden

and learn the lesson 

of bittersweet

I made it my mission

to give you permission

to cease the wringing of fingers

Serve up some merciful laughter

along with the illusion 

of who you thought me to be