Poem: The Conceit

The Conceit

Let me get this straight:
with wars and famine
and suffering untold,
you think God is here
helping you win a
reality show?
When you say you know
the Good Lord chose you
for a good reason
to lead team two in
the cookie challenge
in this past season,
can I just ask you,
how do you know this?
What’s the evidence?
Is there some proof that
we’d agree upon
besides arrogance?

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