Yet another poetic (or not) rant

I'm feeling goddamn poetic
So i'll have to rant and rave
Like a fucking heretic
Who God could never save

His Kingdom i hope i miss
Coz i hate his guts anyway
For making me have to kiss
His lame ass everyday

The difference between us
Is i dont care to whom u pray
As long as u dont make a fuss
When i decide to keep away

All i want is freedom
To do all that i please
Without some twofaced evangelist
Forcing me to my knees

This poem just plain sucks.
Lets try a limmerick instead

guys, you wake up every day
and your church asks you to say
"Jesus my lover"
over and over
your god must be fucking gay

Comments

Thgs Tht Ps Me Off But They Realy Shudnt Al Becz Im Nurotik n Mity Irationl Sumtims Espcialy Whn The PMS Sets In n I Hve a Frikn Rash i Cnt Get Rid Of

Nah, just kidding. About writing about things that piss me off I mean. There are just so many I wouldn’t know where to begin. But I wasn’t kidding about the PMS. Or the goddamn STD-looking rash. Anywayz, this is my last post. Lets just say one or two people got hold of this link and I feel that my writing has gotten severely compromised, defeating its original purpose as a forum to express my self-righteous indignation. Besides, i was begining to feel like I'm a modern day Narcissus. I've finally come to terms with the fact that I will never be a writer. But I’ll always be an avid reader, so to my fav bloggers - Bent, Carrie, Kykie - see ya’ll on your own turf. With that said, I’ll leave you all with these profound words of wisdom: Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum sonatur. (whatever is said in Latin sounds profound) Laterz.

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