The Ryno Pen

He’s been staring at me from a cheapo-stuff store, every time I visit the mall. Today we had the camera.

Bling Jeebus
Lego Pirates on the next shelf; what a way to go.
Crucified on mirror-tiles, a discount store window
Sells imported gewgaw Jeebus, figurine of Fail,
Resin feet transfixed upon an an unsupported nail.

Recessed downlight in the ceiling helps the holy see,
But there is no price-tag: could he possibly be free?
Air-con outlet just above him spirits down a breeze,
“This here is my Merchandise, in which I am well pleased.”

Often dusted, still forsaken, what is left to say,
Neglected as reflected shoppers make their worldly way
To rooftop parking, under heaven, neatly lined and paved:
No-one wants to pay for Jeebus. Look how much we saved!