I do not want another revival,
no come-to-whatever moment.
I've been denied enough this week,
my termination papers served
asking me to sign off
their version of my story.
My misquotes used to serve
the worst ever office policies.
I am the least Christ-like of all,
But the like how I always say "Why?"
That, along with my thorn crown hair,
makes them think I'd be good on the wall,
a trinket paraded less than Easter
an island's origins left obscure.