I can see it in your sly eyes
Your conspiratorial look, that you think
I look like you, I am you, Cognito ergo same
That we share not only a haplotype
But memories of hymns, the old cross on the hill
Or whatever that song is, that I don’t know

The doors to your temple are barred to me; your gods are not my gods.

I move, invisible, included in every in-joke
But mostly they’re not funny jokes
These petitions you pass me
Save your marriage? That’s between you and your spouse
Yeah, I said spouse
I said Happy Holidays
I’m sorry, did I upset you and your expectations
I’ll go back to invisibility, then.

The doors to your temple are barred to me; your gods are not my gods.

And rationality is no refuge
When you don’t look like Dawkins
When Bernie Bros and Roosh and Elliot Rodgers and Gamergate and
I’m sorry, did you not know those were problems
Maybe they’re not for you
Maybe you’re confident in your vote

The doors to your temple are barred to me; your gods are not my gods.

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