I am on the Highway
each time I wash myself
and dress myself
and go to work or church
and sleep with the lights on
and drink my coffee black
and kill for eating
and other things
that make me human
turn me in a whore of life
and for life and against it.
But who cares if God
turned His obsessions
in flesh and blood.
We're nothing but
the ideas of an old man
who wanted to live again and agian
during his eternal death.