Fallen Idol

by Felipe Alvarez de Toledo

Last time you went out the door,
I screamed, I cried, I groveled,
I threw myself on the floor;

Now I've torn down all my walls
Push me, shove me, or beat me,
Bite me, I won't move at all.

I once called you in my prayers-
But I've built me a new Home-
So scurry back to your filthy lair.