don't worry, someone still believes in something   a religion of these words on a page   for the sake of a cult following gathered at the base of a stage   who are usually hanging on the every word    of a nobody who has nothing to say      and who are getting drunk on the blood of their Christ   on every Irish Saturday night in every small town      so don't you worry, someone still believes in suffering    for what they believe they have the right to say   one nail through both feet in true martyr form   as a mother warns of the blood of both palms and to stay sane   "don't validate those words   with the sound of a gun like that Kurt Cobain"   where the only sound was the cold scraping of teeth   after passing through lips and then a trigger pulled into silence      so get drunk on the blood of your Christ on every Irish Saturday night   making Sunday synonymous with a hangover   and a forgiveness for all of the week's sins   because we pray for it all at the end of the day   instead of just being good people in the first place