Religion Begins At The Rectum

You know how

some people have

tissue papers for lips

and jet sprays for tongues;

their entire existences

measured in

how efficiently they clean up

someone else's rogue rectum.

You set one rectum ablaze,

and suddenly

every ass-wiping lip,

every butt-licking tongue,

every professional purifier of shit

starts searching for your asshole.

And sure,

for a moment,

even I understand the temptation.

Who wouldn't want

the same mouths 

that once spat condemnation

to line up 

and call your shit sacred?

But the problem with letting

every ass-wiping lip

and butt-licking tongue

near your asshole

is that they never arrive clean.

They carry traces of every asshole they worshipped before yours.

Every shit they once called sacred.

And eventually, your holy asshole isn't holy anymore.

It's just a pile of shit wearing a halo.

It's oddly fascinating,

how quickly worship crawls out

from the same mouths that once spat condemnation.

How versatile human saliva is:

on your face, it's humiliation;

in your ass crack, it's devotion.

What's odder is

how quickly

demons turn divine

when divinity itself

becomes a pain in the ass.