I Am The Body Of My Own Invention Poem by Patti Masterman

I am my own church, and own religion;
I worship whatever I must.
I worship what no other man could fathom-
Because it is my own, and no one else's.

I order myself to,
I order myself fro,
All day long; every day, day by day:
A soldier would be as proud.

Even if it is all delusion.
At least it is my delusion,
No other body may lay claim upon it.
I run this body, and not one can make it breathe,
or move, or turn this way or that, as I do.

I am the body of my own invention.