Idol

There he stands.
Nice and tall.
With his feet of clay.
Idol worship does abound,
As they kneel and pray.

Open your eyes.
Look all around,
Far and wide and beyond.
As it all falls into disarray.

You say you’re surprised.
But I bet you’re not,
As his words and thoughts
Begin to blow.

He doesn’t make sense.
Is that what you know?
I hate to say it,
But “I told you so!”

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