Help me Lord

help me Lord,

I suffer and I hate,

niceness bothers me...

I secretly admire Donald Trump

and although I am a Methodist,

I cannot stand Hilary Clinton.

I want someone who can stand up to reality

and turn it toward the Good,

help me Lord, help me Lord.

Why is reality always changing

yet staying the same?

Why do I suffer

while offering pleasantries?

Why do I drink

out of secret anxiety?

Help me Lord,

help us small ones,

help those who are pure in heart

and in love,

help me 

from my dark self.