Currentivism

I tried explaining what I do to my cousin

A whole bunch of people actually

Everyone standing around me on the deck, inquiring

I was a bigger attraction than the baby

I told them currentivism

I said, look it up, I'm the only name you'll find

I don't know why I said that

Here I am talking about them

But I'm diffused

Not like they'd be traipsing into here

There's no road map

No guides

You have to have an in

He majored in, like, social media fame making, my cousin did

He's a salesman now

Tries to get businesses to ship with UPS

They bare their testimonies, like my brother in law, crying at the light of Christ they see in their babies' eyes

Family as the cornerstone of the religion

I get that

But the pictures of Christ on the wall

That's who they're praying to

The heavenly father

I can't imagine being a father myself and having my wife and children desperately trying to get 'back' to that white guy on the walls with a beard

It's like when your love loves Ryan Reynolds or something, and you're praying she's never stuck in an elevator with him someday

Families, neighborhoods, wards

Just take the Christ out of church and I'm there with you

The big ships with all of the houses connected to them

Sailing through the violent foggy waters that we've found ourselves in

Hugging my aunts cancerous breast

The dead insurance agent

Heart attack bosses

Driving home from the Jazz game, steel shooting through the windshield, leaving me the new captain

Having to weed and repair the air conditioner

Put up and take down the Christmas lights

Go camping up Kings Peak with twelve year olds

Steeples piercing through the clouds

It's The Lord you've got to look out for

How do I get through to these kids?

I've been out there on the periphery

I've seen what's beyond the wall of mountains

Something to make it so that I can drive the speed limit

I'm not really trying to go anywere

I just want to keep the headaches and the heartburn at bay

I knew that these thirties would be trying

The herd being thinned

Trading my birthright for the bowls

The seven followers

Something sexy about it though

Keeping me thin

That's why I love reunions

These seven followers may not look like much

But it's great cardio

Seven followers, seventy pounds

Burn a lot of calories with your brain

There are famous bloggers in my neighborhood

People whom I grew up with