Such Fallacy As This

 

     There is nothing but the obvious,

For from the obvious we’re born,

     No more heroes,

No more true delinquents,

Just distasteful decomposing memes

With visions that tease a humanity

Bereft of skills!

 

     Should we care,

Should we dare dream

That feelings remain

Intact after the keel haul,

     Are we, like those we pay passing

Privilege of comment, dead before

The whip?

 

     Some still afford the fight,

While other’s beckon the dew -

Rise above, make crisp the Earth

On Hallowed ground,

 

This Day,

     The grave diggers affectations be relentless,

His philosophy far extending the righteous

And pious of clerks who write the

Thoughts of God,

     And how grandiose we be,

When all that’s proven be our lies,

 

Still,

     We believe because as human

We have no choice,

     Yet, how liberating it is

To tell the Lord to fuck off.

 

Michael J Waite 6^th of October 2016.