My God
why must I rear this gaseous goblin?
My God
why must I host this unholy ghost?
My God
how dare I spew this cursed spirit
upon the smooth ash below?

Oh unforgiving pew!
Surrounded by believers
I too am a believer 
that through their nostrils 
this sin would possess
their hearts
their souls
their very
taste buds.

I twist.
I wince.
I shift.
I clench.
I pray My God
cast this damned demon away
without any anguish
without any
peep.