The Porcelain Idol

During my drinking career there were countless mornings where my master, alcohol, brought me to my knees. With my arms clutched around the porcelain idol, I prayed to that other God, the one I knew nothing about--the God that those hypocritical church people prayed to. There were also several times when I was brought to my knees by those people with guns and badges who were always out to get me, following me and harassing me. When they forced me to my knees, I prayed to that God of hypocrites again. It never seemed to help much but I knew of nothing else to do.