November 3, 2009
Shhh! It’s that God guy at the door again…
Stop your knocking on my door
proselytising doomsday whores,
You aren’t going to Heaven
And I’m not going to Hell
I don’t trust you and your brethren
And the hate and lies that you sell.
I don’t hate gays,
or people with different ways,
I like crispy bacon
and unmarried baby making,
and am not the slightest bit feared
of not having a big bushy beard.
And condemning the gullible to and early grave
by banning condoms is depraved.
If I do bad, I don’t answer to some guy
in the sky
but to my friends and carry the burden till I die
Not deny
my sins and cast off my deeds
with a bit of chanting and rattling some beads.
And I have to admit I am perfectly happy
to go through life without an orange nappy.
I have no inclinations of joining your pyramid scheme
buying into some time-share dream
where I have to die to find out
that Heaven is just a building site.
Instead, I’ll bypass giving the cut to the greedy
and donate directly to the needy.
And if one day, I feel a need to kiss up to some made up guy
I’ll float my own up into the sky.
And I’ll forgo the hassle
of living up to your Almighty Asshole,
who wreaks misery just for kicks
and never seems to punish pricks.
fleabite said,
August 5, 2010 at 12:02 am
cheers for the chuckle and sentiment.