Penned At Random

[MathGeek]

The keys click at random, the muse giving an endless supply

This gift rose up within me and yet I have no idea as to why

I am here in this self-imposed cell called the rut, the lurch

Forced to fight my way out of that quicksand called church

Disbelief is supposed to set the mind and body free

But, I feel lost, lonely, a shell bereft without glee

The deconversion must be the second baptism by fire

You crawl belly down beneath the sharp razor wire

Called fundamental sickness, called eternal delusion

Cracking the shackles should be the final solution

To living the life that every single shell deserves

Apparently, the fundies just live to praise and serve

Some despot dressed to the nines in Nazi-era garb

And the free fascism he spouts catches us off-guard

I don't give a flying fuck what Yahweh wants me to do

He should be sodomized with a blade in the sole of a shoe

Maybe, the grinding emotional turmoil is withering my mind

Maybe, if I turn my back, a rabid dog is what I will find

His rabid tooth will break the skin and the sickness seeps in

I am the one millionth victim of Buster Casey, and he did win

Notoriety for being the super-spreader in some fiction work

Sometimes, I wish I was buried beneath a mound of dirt

No casket, no vault, just a deep dark hole that is forever

There is no deep meaning here, nothing so crazy clever

Once the lights go out, this pointless jaunt has concluded

Maybe the disbelievers really are mentally deluded

At least the religious folks live within a happy fable

And, very strangely, their lives are really stable

These questions cannot be answered, they never will

Just call me Neo's alter-ego and hand me the blue pill

But, the sin was committed by this brutal fork of choice

I don't care anymore, before Yahweh I have no voice

I'll take my punishment and take a swim in the lake of heat

Guess what, I should have wanted to kiss Yahweh's feet

But no, I was glad to be free from the restrictive chains

It's tough to have disbelief on the Northern Plains

But, these rhymes were of one mind, none in tandem

These are my tepid thoughts penned at random

[jchpiper]

Make a rhyme, every time.

 

Pretty cool. *thumbsup*

 

I bet it would have taken longer than 15 minutes if you hadn't been typing.

 

 

I learned about Buster Casey; I had to google that one.

 

My favorite lines are the two opening and the two closing....I chuckled at the end...and, in fact....am still smiling.

 

With a few tweaks, this could be turned into a picture book....not for young kids, but older kids...oh...13 to 113. I still like Dr. Suess and I'm not even close to 113.

 

Clever write...

 

 

[MathGeek]

Thanks jchpiper, your work is definitely something else as well. I really, really like it.

 

Go here if you want more...

 

http://www.poormojo.org/cgi-bin/contenttal...eth%20Slaathaug

[jchpiper]

Thanks jchpiper, your work is definitely something else as well. I really, really like it.

 

Go here if you want more...

 

http://www.poormojo.org/cgi-bin/contenttal...eth%20Slaathaug

 

 

Thank you kindly mathgeek...

 

Aye...I wanted more...so I took a gander at you link. Actually it was a few days ago and then I went on a hunt and found more. :wink:

 

I really enjoyed Hicks' Eulogy. It has meaty thoughts, like: The numerics are real, the spirituals are real, and the relations between them are beyond real when the variables are aligned such that a Zen-like knowing, a bell curve comprehension is reached.

 

Who is Hicks? Is there a reason the ' is after the s?

 

 

And I really enjoyed Ira Hayes? I wasn't familiar with his name so did a google search....sad story. Sort of brought to mind a John Prine song, but with a different twist. Prine's song is 'bout Nam (pretty sure it is Nam) >>>

 

 

~carol