Your poem reminded me of "Personal Jesus" -Depech Mode. More or less it's the same story. Faith is not what it should be. I think you've done a good job here. This is an intelligent write. Plastic Messiah-it sounds interesting, good choice of words. But I got the impression that this poem needs some kind of resolution at the end. Plastic Messiah-idea is good but, what is missing here is a few words more about him. Who is he, what does he do?
Jimma Jimma Jimma, I see a recuring theme in recet works. No trouble though, since we write thematically a lot of the time...I wish I knew better if this was a metephore for phony leaders in general, if you are speaking about organized religion as a whole, or if you are speaking specifically about christianity...it makes sense any way you slice it, whether its one or all three. I'm not apt to get all hot and bothered by this kind of writing - I think I've been where you stand now - most likely will be there again before long - and hell, free speech happens. you're a talented writer. Stanza four is bad ass.
a fake jesus...? it kinda shows how much ppl need something/someone to believe in... and i quite guess if i said the right words... said what they needed to hear i could quite be that plastic messiah... a person of great influence with no vision or purpose at all...
I am the exalted myth I speak from heights, they lift me higher I donít know where I lead my followers I am the plastic Messiah
this last stanza really saddened me... i guess it is easy to be led astray by imatations... but really... in the end... all things fake are found out for the phoney's they are... a very interesting write.