Poems

Tarry not

For death is the ultimate writer's block

Hey Dad! Remember when I called you Poopa?

I've horrible news, some very negative hoopla

The Homo-Sapiens' are still refusing to accept,

plus, the far right has become even more inept

Death is but a going back

to where you were before

A pre-Big Bang of lifelessness

upon an empty shore

No pain or gilt-edged pleasure

No lordly crowns of thorn

A place of nonstop nothingness

—unconsciousness reborn

Good morning, mom and dad

Up there, in your alcove

atop that seaward hill

Your ashes, safely niched

Above that lovely bay

where your spirits linger still

Oh happy day, when Jesus washed, 

'cause his balls started to smell bad!

Forgive and forget 

is the safest best bet!

Can I forget your damaging blows,

neglect all verbally vile trespasses?

May I forgive my own odious fault,

and re-swim in twinning molasses?

Given more time the work I want,

'tis my labor of passion and fruits

though I won't clear any orchards

I'll go out styling ode poet's boots

From birth to death

in the blink of an eye

strutting and fretting

'til it's our time to die

Do Gods spawn from sapient imagination?

Yes.

Are scientific facts the real absolute truth?

Yes.

'Tis existence a miraculous insignificance?

Yes.

Can we accept the importance of intellect?

Yes.

Will logic and reason bring peace to Earth?

Yes.

I love Sargent Schultz

ya vol commandant!

Privilege shall only be granted

to mature adult Homo-sapiens

As the underdeveloped human

misuses such better advantage