"I'm Buying ... Just a Jetplane" (non-poem) - for Creflo Dollar

Update:  now with chords.  Repeat same pattern throughout.  There is no percussion or loop to force timing and that felt a good way to deliver it.  This will be in the show tomorrow night as Cat hasn't heard it ... well, no-one has.  It has to be beat but it doesn't want the beat.  The verse is not open and that asks for the beat but it still wants to be delivered loose with lots of people drinking espresso and popping their fingers while saying softly, "Dig it, dig it."

Am
Creflo Dollar wants a jetplane
C
but all I want is teeth
G
and, oh, by the way,
F         G
maybe something to eat.

Life turned kinda lousy
and I marvel every day
how God is your open product
and, damn, do you get paid.

I'm really not resentful
as you know your ass will burn
but it's really kinda shitty
you give no-one else a turn.

So you enjoy that jetplane
You fly around the world
You'll still be a high-polished nothin',
a nasty, grasping, churl.

Out here where it's really burning
and it never goes away
It's not as bad as you may think
or others often say

There's a freedom in this living
which you may not understand
as you fly with Creflo Dollar
and your life is forgotten sand.


It needs a cooler title and I love Freshman English titles for things.  My personal best for pretentious paper titles was "Death as Considered in the Carefully Modulated Limelight of Indifference" and that on is, probably, impossible to top.

Ah!  "Careful with the Backwash from your Spiritual Turbine"

That's got it all as it's needlessly obscure, it makes a silly pun on jet engines, and marginalizes the consequences of excess by dismissing them as backwash.

(Ed:  why?)

Here's the Freshman English answer:  because.

Alternate why:  "That Selfish Asshole Preacher in Atlanta" really doesn't ring so well for me.

Primary why:  maybe it makes someone curious as to wtf this guy is doing, saying, or so.