Meanwhile...

I went to bed with my demons

and told them exactly what I thought

about being left behind, forgotten, disappointed

While I slept empty champagne bottles floated their way through

To my dreams which never got a fair shake

Too many rules to create and bend. Never break

Down what we were all really wanting

A reprieve from the taunting family legions

Meanwhile Jesus is dying in the corner

On grandma's dresser that's been dead for a while

She never took much to freedom and such

Passed it on to her kin with a sly set of chains

I sometimes wonder what Mary, the Mother, would say

If she existed in their theological embrace

Would she have inspired a gentler approach

Or would we still have him over there -- Jesus dying in the corner?