MEDIOCRE god

Whats that god you serve
You
Who trend hashtags about rogue pastors
But silent on the plight of 'street' kids
Distant walks to avoid their stinky souls
Aha!you!
Whats that you serve

Who's that busy writing your name
In his book of lived
You,
Instead of,in pertinent knees sink
Are busy praying for a caring hubby
After last night in sheets with baba stacy
Don't you see its all vanity

Oh!
Who's that you pray to
You!
At the speed of light stones pelt
With hands ready to undress
Her mini;
Envious of a friend's merit
Dodging his faults behind his back

You,grumpy woman
Fighting everyone at work
To quench your demons,your wiles
You,perfect man
With the magic to see another's speck
Right past your ocludded retina

Hey yo!
Whats that you worship
That ain't bothered with some sins
But enjoys to incinerate his creation
Who's that you revere
Comfortable with burst condoms
But bewitched by "illegal" abortions
Who's content with a day of glorification
Or is it listening to your whining
Who is this bogus diety
Where's your mediocre god?