Victor at Dinner

Once when I was nine
My grandmother oh divine
Said "Victor, grandson of mine"
"Say grace so we may dine"

"Stand up straight and raise your head to his almighty"
It was so and much more pomposity
In my head it was to be my prayer of ambiguity
So I paved the way for them to question my sanity

"Oh great father we are gathered here today
Give peace to us before we sit-down to our prey
For it only lies on our table and we did not slay
Forgive us this day before we go down to lay"

Running down my grandmothers cheek
Tears, they ran, is the future so bleak?
The uproar of the priest, as he began to speak
"Sacrilege", but i said "what is life but a freak"

"Victor! Sit-down" my grandmother said to me
I did so with a mischievous glee
Though half-done it was left to be
Exposed hypocrites, they stared at me