Do not scorn me for what I have not done.
One day out of twenty, you will sit by me,
And tell me about what you did yesterday.
I will not look at you, oh holiest of the damned.
You will pretend you are a charity worker,
And will tell all of your friends about me.
While you throw your life away on another man.
Thank you for not worshipping me, how grateful I am.
For you see, I never really carved an idol of you either.
So you can give up on your little image of me on my knees.
You have enough people to do that already.
-Joy
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