Praise Be

Perhaps what I have

Is a praise kink

I love praising other people

They often mistake me for being

Something other than observant

I literally just

Like things, tell people

And then they think I’m trying to get something

But that’s the thing

The praising

Is what I get

I already got

What I was looking for

Thank you very much

I’m sorry so many others

Are so conditional with their love

I like to be honest, and I love to be kind

These things are not contradictory

Also I love worshipping

In all the different ways one can worship

Besides, of course, going to church

With all the sinners who designate

One hour a week

To worship

I dedicate every second of every moment

I worship everything around me

A lot of the time people think I’m crazy–

Isn’t that nuts? I mean

Yes, oftentimes

I will notice things I don’t love

But I only ever mention them

For the sake of a greater love

So that still counts

As love

Goddamnit

It’s not complaining if you’re

Pointing out an emergency

Anyway, I love praise

Even the mean kind, and

I’m not that insane


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