The Closure of a Preachy Poet

          It’s okay to disagree,

It’s okay,

We can all live within the lies of make believe

It’s okay, it’s okay.

Now watch your daughters sell

Sex for money,

And your sons shoot lust for blood,

See the planet close its story,

It’s okay, it’s okay.

Make all the prophets points of comedy,

Let slang feast upon its wit,

Let seven billion become the lost,

It’s okay, it’s okay.

Snub each preachy telling how it is,

Snub each shine, each heart

And even your own and live

Like the king and queen you proclaim to be,

It’s okay, it’s okay.

I’m wrapped up warm to face the cold,

I’ve survived it all my life,

The constant was ignored by all,

Only contradiction pointed out but,

It’s okay

It’s okay,

Gone!

Michael J Waite 2^nd August 2011.