My Own Personal Savior

My own personal savior
He’s all mine for me to keep.
Rowdy kids and wayward cats
On a shelf and out of reach.

A dashboard prince is tacky;
Too tacky even for me.
So he sits up there smiling,
Just for everyone to see.

His sacred heart is crying,
From the Godly blood he bleeds.
Someone made those crown of thorns
For him, mostly out of reeds.

In this house, it is Easter
Almost seven days a week.
My porcelain main man is
Looking so, so very sheik.

Over my desk, you watch me
And all my strange behaviors.
So please, please do not judge me
My own personal savior.