Well, Buy a God!

WELL, BUY A GOD!
by Feres Greybear, 3/27/2015A.D., Raceland, KY
a piece composed online at writing.com,
translated from Kentuckinese into Ainglish/English!

Must be nice livin' high on the hog, Well, Buy a God!
and that idiot box for the bored,
keeps sellin' what i cain't never afford
not even enough money to get a walmart birdhouse,
so i'll guess I'll just cut a hole in this ole squash gourd

Did 'ya hear of all of them disappeared, Well, Buy a God!
snatched plumb off the street,
bag on head, slippers on feet,
dressed head to toe in Gitmo orange, rectally fed to death
no need for nuremburg, that's nonsense, make innocents bleed

Cellphone got smart, folks got quiet, whew, Well, Buy A God!
elbow to elbow at the waterin' hole,
not two words 'tween a livin' soul
faces bowed, worshiping the altar of Fort Meade,
every last message and search, collected as a whole

Oh my, what about them terrorists, Well, Buy a God!
What if they invade, with destiny manifested,
an immigrant parade, all our lands molested.
To imagine displacement or relocation like the Trail of Tears...
so look around, check your pockets, civilization's arrested.

Best keep savin up if you're gonna fly high, Son
Well, Buy A God, boy and gitchew some!
And by the way bubby, Prayer's all free, all the time!