His God of Guitar Strings

His god was not the god before him hanging valiantly upon a wooden cross

His gods were gods of lyrics and guitar strings

His gods were the band dubbed AC/DC of all things

Yet he was here standing before this dying savior

He knew not why he had been dragged from the rain to stand before him

And forced to look at his bleeding feet and arching features

He could not look his ‘other’ god in his glass tinted eyes

For he was sure that Jesus would be mocking him

Mocking him for worshiping lyrics and guitars

For guitar strings could bring his girlfriend no happiness

And thus she made herself no more

She found no soul or happiness in guitar strings

So did that mean he found no happiness in guitar strings also

Did that mean his religion was not real

… that he had no more soul?

XXX

If anyone so happened to read my short story ‘Gods of Guitar Strings’ this little poem was creation of it for my Creative English class 283/u035. Also this is on my blog wandasbrainmeltdown in case anyone thinks I stole this.