Tasteless Blasphemy (I warned you)

As fortune gives and fortune swallows, I sometimes look for divine grace, But then my reason slowly follows And logic slaps me in the face. Sometimes I wonder: where did it begin? Perhaps with Adam and with Eve, When rationality steps in my shame can’t fit under a leaf. The road to heaven or damnation, Just make the choice, its yours to choose, Don’t stress, god loves all his creation, Except the “evil” gays and Jews. And everywhere under the sun Misfortune makes her grave debut I ask what would Yahweh have done “LETS FLOOD THIS BITCH AND START ANEW!” But Noah’s vast and holy plight Truly astounds from toe to tip, It must have been a jolly sight To see a T-Rex on a ship. much rather whack my sinning rod, Then to engage in holy frolic, Show me Old Testament’s great god, I’ll show you a raging alcoholic. “You must believe or burn in Hell!” Scream dogma’s dreary, dull defenders, Your stories capture and compel Like when a bowl movement surrenders. Pontification oh so lyrical, As they gaze through their broken glasses, And then behold an actual miracle; Lips move but words come out their asses. Every religion someday ceases And is replaced by a new marauder, Perhaps someday instead of Jesus, They’re gonna to worship Harry Potter. to bow before some holy crown And ponder pious litigation You might as well just pull your pants down And jerk off your imagination.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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