God of Oprah Winfrey, hear us
let our nails now match our jewels
let thy Self-talk gurus cheer us
raising us above the fools;
plebes who don’t esteem their inner
selfish motivational goals,
those who forfeit self as winner
fail to charm our worldling souls.
helps to shed the guilt that pounds
in our temples. This baptism
in thy shallow pool resounds.
Cutting-edge sound-bites now assure
endless wardrobes. Chic pastel.
And we deserve that pedicure;
freed of Heaven, Christ, and Hell.
blocks all access, piled in drifts
inhuman, cold, white