“True Father,” I asked, agitated:
“Mass-weddings are too populated.
My sweetie’s O.K.
To share her Big Day
But must they watch us consummate it?”
Today’s earthbound deities require
A classier cult to inspire:
You should never be seen
In a car that’s Korean
If you want to be called the Messiah.
S. Moon, never one to just coast
On his rep, even as a new ghost
Appeared in a hole
In a doughnut in Seoul
And tomorrow is skedged for my toast.