The horrible theory behind this poem is that the various Pagan assemblies of gods have the form of a dining room with no exits because those deities were once mortals who were immured as the only way to rid the world of them, and as a result they gained the power to be gods and goddesses.  Since immurement is their reality, their collective has a form they understand, that of a luxurious chamber where they can be convivial at ease but there is no way to leave.

&amp;#x200B;

Lament of the Antisocial

====================

&amp;#x200B;

  

We cannot make it rain

Yet on you we still train

Our grasping eyes and teeny-tiny dreams

In forever you are brave

Your secret is the grave

In snorts of soil your mortal form still screams

Your dinner without end

Forever is your friend

No exit from the dining hall again

Forever dine you well

One tiff and all is hell

...why did you invite a walking stain???????

   
 

In Sheol is a fool the most unwelcome thing

I take away the only thing you have

The leisure of your words has gone unto the birds

Because I am unable to behave

My sorrow is for you

Not for my lack of worth

Your curse upon me is your curse

The only comfort is

Whoever chose a fool

To be divine is fool the worse

So

God

Is

Just

Both

To

You

And

To

Me.