God

Foreword:
I would just like to point out that this is not meant to upset any religious people. I have nothing against religion, although I am not a believer myself. Also, if I have made and God-type preferences in any of my poems or stories, I'm sorry.

I can't feel his holy arrival,
That makes you love your all-time rival.
If you believe, that's up to you.
I'm not saying it's not true.
Maybe it's just my emotion,
So I can't sense his dreamy motion.
If it's me, good will to all,
No hard feelings, big or small.
I don't expect my wishes granted.
Or my name to be chanted
From rooftops high, or streets so low.
People lined up in a row.
I fear of fame, I dislike riches,
I despise those girls who act like bitches.
So in this holy month, I won't pray,
I won't change for you, any day.