oh spaghetti monster
hear my prayer
fly into my open heart
i have seen
the flying spaghetti monster
and they are me
they have penetrated me
with noodley appendages
shown me truth
they have blessed me
with marinara,
nourished me with al dente
i have seen what cannot be unseen
i have heard what cannot be unheard
i have tasted life and it cannot be untasted
finest might,
sporty angel
oh flying spaghetti monster
their essence drains
through the colander of existence
into my feeble brain
the monster transgresses
ingesting science and religion
regurgitating truth
they created the semolina
the oregano
the basil
they have given us fire
for boiling
of sacred waters
they have infused
the olive
with anointing oil
without them there could exist
no romano no parmesan
no mozzarella no lasagna
without them
no rigatoni
no fettuccini no rotini
oh spaghetti monster
hear my prayer
fly into my open heart
i wear the pirate hat
i carry the cutlass of justice
i proudly say “argh!”
i am flying spaghetti monster
and
they are me
this is the word,
ramen.
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 169/365.
Desert Dweller 