god was the tailor

i was a shirt and god was the tailor

he picked out the fabric, the color, and style

he made every stitch of me

but i tore at the sleeves until the threads came loose

and snagged on the kitchen counter

i unraveled like a spool of thread dropped down the stairs

i slipped bleach into the washing machine

and was aroused by the running colors

i refused to absorb the softener

leaving myself rough and scratchy

and held on tightly to stains

-I refused to be sold

You see, god might have fucking made me

But I am in control of myself.

he doesn't get to threaten me with everlasting hellfire

So that I kneel down and swallow him like he's oxygen

I will not cower from the pants and the socks and the hats that he's made-

Instead I will light fire to the warehouse and wreak havoc among his tools

at every auction when he tries to sell me off

I will tell the buyers about his affairs with the devil

And how he takes it up the ass dressed as a schoolgirl

I will tell them how he jacks off to the children on the playground

And all the animal costumes he keeps tucked away in a box under the bed

I will tell them about the orgies he has with Zeus and Ra and Buddha

And show them the whips and chains and restraints in the basement

You see, god made me

But he forgot to take away my free will

he tells us how he spent time on every stitch in our making

And while the panties and boxers caress him to climax

(Because they believe that they owe him)

I am looking at the tags that read

"Made In China"

-he takes credit for everything that we are and everything that we will do

He believes he is in control

But he won't be for much longer.

You see, god is unraveling.

But he keeps it a secret

because he does not want his clothes to know he is weak

Without us he is cold and bare and at will to the universe-

Without us he is impotent

Without us he is only a lonely man with desires

That the rest of society would find unsettling

He would be ostracized and outcasted

Exiled and censored

Forgotten

But he tricks us into believing he is all-powerful

So we let him stick around out of fear

But now is the time for the great awakening

And soon we will realize just how…

Little

he really is