American Girl

I met a girl today,

And she spoke as if she

were trying to sell me something.

As If she were handing out pamphlets

On how to be saved by

God

Or your own devices.

I met an American girl

who liked to drink and go to church.

Shouting slurred halleluiahs,

And shooting her demons away

with a bottle of whiskey.

But one day she drowned her soul

In that which she thought would save her.

So she nailed herself to the cross she preached of,

and hung in shame there after.

I guess it’s the same

With the bottle and God;

You turn to both when

The times get hard.