My Little Shrine

My little shrine

I visit it every morning
To make my little ritual
This comes in sizes and textures
Depending on how my much
My chi blessed my little tummy in the previous day
To the god in white cavity with a hole to the deepest
I fling my coins to
Once there, in my odious haven
I plan my day and activities
I think of the weirdest and funniest things
Seated on the seat of shit
I even fantasize on my dreamy future
With ideas popping into my medulla
Lo! Even there I thought of this piece
This is my sanctuary for sanity
When outside and my little rituals demand to be offered
I pay no heed to it and push it to the depths of my bosom
There it will wallow in sorrow
Till I get to an asylum where it can be safely disposed
For even though the ritual is to the same god
I cannot compare the comfort of my little shrine to another’s
But then if I survive its nasty breath till dusk
I pay homage to my shrine once more
Letting go of all my rituals accumulated during the day
Till even the smallest piece is tossed into its pit
For only then will I heave a sigh
And enjoy my night’s sleep.