Prophet Tears

Put your faith in me, I promise that I’m

Right: let me lead you out of the desert,

Out of the wilderness, where no more hurt

Puts its heavy load on your back, like Time.

Harken to me: ev’rywhere there is crime

Edging onto our lives; don’t feel like dirt,

Take matters into your hands and convert.

Save your immortal souls: send me a dime.

Profit: what does it prophet a poor man?

Riches in Heaven for riches on Earth?

Our Father looks upon all this as a sham:

First know yourself and you’ll know your true worth.

Invest in a future safe from the worms:

Take stock of your lives; they’re excellent terms.

Sonnet XXIV