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“JESUS, JESUS.” a poem a.k.a.: “On NOT Writing Or Saying Things That Don’t Much Make Everyone Feel Good.” October 28, 2019 (Monday)

“JESUS, JESUS.” a poem a.k.a.: “On NOT Writing Or Saying Things That Don’t Much Make Everyone Feel Good.” October 28, 2019 (Monday)

“JESUS, Jesus; explain yourself, for what you say is SURELY BAD,

For it doth not ‘tickle our ears.’ You’re making us QUITE MAD.

WhoDoYouTHINKyouARE? and WhatIsTHISyou’reSaying?

EXPLAIN YOURSELF, you ‘upstart,’ or you will soon be praying.

PRAY, to whatever ‘God’ or muse you THINK you represent;

Tell us what you mean, you FOOL, you ruthless, naive gent.

We think we know a thing or two,

And we are more mature than you;

YOU SHOULDN’T SAY THESE THINGS OUT LOUD;

You’reSpeakingOfUsAren’tYOU? You’reHAUGHTYandPROUD.

EXPLAIN YOURSELF, and, yes, BE PLAIN;

Make IT make sense to our brain,

OR ELSE we WILL CONDEMN YOU, Hound;

DON’T CHANGE OR TRADITIONS or US around.”

fin <3

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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)