god is a game i play with my mother

every time we drive by a temple,

chest, forehead, fingers, kiss,

and a personal preference

for subramanyam over ganapati,

god is the reason that i can't lie;

god is the reason she knows me:

god is a game called language,

and the rules she made up as we went,

tearing me apart to see me win,

but i don't want revenge,

and i cant stand the apology,

everything is selfish & we're all gonna die.

i want kinder rules,

i want a language without grammar,

i want god to lose and us to win.