Litmus

Disturbed by the words and the
 message that they sent. There's
 a hundred other uses for breath
 better spent. Forming the
 template, for how the band
 should be, devising and
 scheming someone elses
 ministry. What were the words?
 Did he say Jesus Christ? Again
 and again until his name
 became trite?
 What is the extent of all you
 tests? What is the measure of
 their success?
 Not acid or base to test in a
 beaker, hold your divining rod
 up to the speaker. Litmus test a
 piece of paper. You'll never
 formulate your maker.
 With pocketsfuls of quips and
 gurgles, words that fluff like a
 handful of gerbils. I heard your
 yelling above the crowd,
 standing back with the
 arrogant and proud. You say
 preach, they say rock. You put
 my God inside a box.
 The time has come, the night to
 end, so speak you piece to
 your circle of friends. They
 ripped you off, they entertained.
 You thought you knew where
 God belonged,
 but songs were sung and the
 band played on.