I heard somewhere that fear is a sin
but Christ didn’t write that,
he didn’t write anything down
and neither did Buddha.
But that’s meaningless to worry about.
Besides, I think it’s worry that’s supposed to be a sin
which is more worrisome to me
because I’m supposed to be Catholic and I worry about everything,
like how there might be nothing to come after all my worry
or that I won’t have worried enough.
Anyway, this poem started out about fear
and, for the record, I don’t know where the Vatican stands on fear.
I quit paying attention when John Paul II died
because the guy after him scared me
and I don’t want anyone else telling me what to do.