The world is full of assholes
Not to mention crusty cunts
Raring hustlers all the way
High-and-mighty reckless runts
The world is full of halfwits
Not to mention eager jerks
Scrappy comers one and all
Simpleminded grocery clerks
The world is full of dickweeds
Not to mention snakes and skunks
Gung ho live wires to the end
Self-assertive pushy punks
It's as plain as ringing bells
Chiming crystal clear the call
Every man must face the end
See the writing on the wall
It's as grim as blood and guts
Proving interim the haul
Every man must face his death
Heed the writing on the wall
It's as sure as dawn to dusk
Making evident the fall
Every man must face the truth
Trust the writing on the wall
Critical thinking means having an open mind
a brain that can learn all new facts in good time
a head which discerns fake from real non-fiction
a thinker quite able to weed out contradiction
Critical stinking 'tis judgmental and cruel
seeing in thought that the others are tools
believing opinions contain honest, pure truth
behaving as do arrogant, egotistical fools!
There is no stopping them
The lost and never found
They bob like bloated turds
Their reason deeply drowned
There are cerebral souls
Minds open, clear and sound
Freethinking human beings
Feet planted on the ground
There is no swaying them
No turning them around
Thick toxic horned lizards
Pinheaded pound for pound
There are enlightened ones
Skins red, white, black and brown
Seeking truth in science
And never backing down
As a literacy affirmer I cannot accept the cold ignorance of science deniers
a stubborn mule's a most useless tool, rejected fact makes the donkey a liar
To keep on believing in old God myths, 'tis a slop feast of hogwash for dogs
if human beings all get on page one, we'll fly over dumb, shortsighted bogs!
I squawk as a chicken with an egg in her vent
squeezing like a con man mid grift
I'm stuck on a stanza without any portent
still channeling my muse for a lift
I struggle like a dirt tire spinning in sand
scrambling to first arrive 'pon the line
I'm crashing and burning as a major ode wreck
yet my muse tells me everything's fine
I long to be published, paid well and heard
dreaming hard about my place at Bard's table
I'm hoping my pipe mare becomes a reality
while my muse says I'm perfectly able
I've come to a time when I'm not feeling well
with an illness long or short, which one I can't tell
but for me 'tis a feeling of fatigue and dull pain
and thoughts of disease running round in my brain
I'll live with it, of course, what else can one do
except to accept in my being through and through
this bad news 'tis fated, yet I must soldier on
and revel in moments I still have till I'm gone
Yep, I'm dying, and there's no getting better
despite the fact I always think
I'm going to live forever
Oh, I'm dying, and I know this is my time
as evidenced by the dreadful sight
of death's darkness neath my eyes
Yes, I'm dying, and such truth can't be muted
but I've arrived at a wonderful feeling
where no afterlife's quite well-suited
Science is real, God myth is not
when will malfunction in human brains stop?
Science facts are real, God faiths are not
when will what's evident rise to the top?
Science proof is real, God claims are not
when will our ignorance be cut off and drop?
Scientists are right, God mongers are wrong
when will this knowledge be the truth all along?
I wonder about the place I will die
Will I pass on in pain or sedated
Clutching my chest as I shower or shave
Guess I'd rather flatline medicated
I wonder about the time I will croak
Will I go out alone or with others
Dreaming in bed with my wife alongside
Is the best way if I had my druthers
I wonder about the way I will end
Will I perish awake or while snoozing
Biting the dust in the light or the dark
Only fate wields the power of choosing
I take heart, I swear, with an oath I do
in part because of the strength of you!
I take heart, indeed, without any doubt
taking it grinning I decry with a shout!
I take heart, I take heart, 'til sweet ends
held 'pon happy and grateful my friend
I thought by now they'd all be gone
the blind ones who put faith in Gods
thinking faith would be replaced by fact
in futuristic days of scientific blogs
I thought by now we'd be aligning well
with grand truths of atheism and science
thinking great men like Hitchens and Sagan
would be honored by our trust and alliance
I thought by now all tyrants would be gone
along with hypocrites without open minds
thinking when I awoke in the here and now
this backwards reality 'tis not what I'd find
