Buddha’s got a necktie of wires, he’s sitting at the cafe dragging on spirits and sipping on all your time.
Jesus has a cellphone and he’s trying to look up how to give a damn enough to teach you how to fish.
Mohamed’s got a loudspeaker but it’s turned the wrong way and he makes his own ears bleed with words of righteous peace.
A horde of whiskey addled, good old American drunks glance sidelong down the bar at the dispensary where prophets jerk at each other and he holds his liver close with the next spinning sip down to the hole.
Moses is telling me to take two tablets and instead I take three and wait for the commandments but I only get suggestions.