Another Series of Found Poems: Part 1  

Homocide: every nation
made god’s of their own.
Suckers stare.  

Some punk claimin’;
I am the way and the truth and the life,
King of my jungle,
he who believes in me will live,  

I am the resurrection, the psychopath,
the gangster, the way into the most
Holy Place.
What world do you live in when my shotgun scatters?  

by this arrangement the Holy Spirit was showing,
it just don’t matter,
you ain’t in my set.  

You don’t know me, O Lord,
for my people 
I just put my fist
in the words of his mouth,
Guess my religion.