With Real Toads--d'Verse Poets Pub
There is no way
you can talk to someone
who knows that they are "right"
and you are wrong
that they have cornered the market on truth
and that is the be all and end all of it
no more questions
mystery solved and
case closed
no matter how much reason
common sense
or logic you may use
you might as well
be talking up your dog's butt
for they will shake their heads
and smile
and pretend to listen
but all the while
their little brain is screaming
APOSTATE
and though you might feel that you
could accept them
in your live and let live way
it won't be returned
they won't consort with your kind
until you've drunk the Kool-Aid
narrow minds keep narrow circles
and my answer to the question
of have I been saved is
well, not from you,
so I guess the answer is no
anyhow
don't want any part of your
vindictive deity
cuz I've already met the one
who goes by the handle of LOVE
(though, as I recall, his given name is Fred)
and I wonder why it's never occurred
to you
that if one were exposed to such hellacious temperatures
for all eternity
that he would eventually acclimate to it
and it would just be like summertime in Phoenix...
no big deal
but no matter cuz
we need to see that glassy-eyed look
or...well...
Y'ALL CAN JEST GO TO HELL--
.hack...snort...giggle...
Footnote:
To finish this poem I must click on
"save"
I have done that and now it says
SAVED
HALLELUJAH !
and I'll be damned--
uh...I mean...
guess I won't be now
bye
