perdition

the Mormons on my doorstep want to know
"Have you found Jesus? Are you on His side?
Or are you in the thrall of his old Foe?"
"I didn't know you'd lost him" I replied
"But have you file a 'missing kids' report?"
they smiled, uncomprehending and explained
the mortal perils of a glib retort
"but there's a private planet to be gained!"
"It's often parents wrestling for control;
the kids get used as pawns in a divorce"
they closed their books and marked me a lost soul
who won't be saved except by use of force.
They pedaled on, convinced it's me that's odd;
perhaps my neighbor'd seen their truant god.