We used to get together to worship
And give the Devil a fat lip
Chat and flirt and munch and sip;
Trouble was a major blip
The leading man was often agip
He would roll and spoil and the girls he would tip
The younger of us would rarely slip
And magic words from on high he would tip
Christ Jesus my God I’m glad I’m out of that
From all the bullshit regurgitation that the ministers spat
I ran away and spent Sundays and Thursdays in my flat
Alone, with books and beer, and sometimes by the river I sat
So let’s see; let’s think; where am I now?
Is it better or worse? Does it matter anyhow?
Am I less likely to have a freakin’ cow, anytime I curse or get drunk with a ‘POW!’?
Fuck no, not me! Yes, you got it: today I am FREE!
pamelap
Written with great clarity … knowledge and reality we should always reach for – very powerful, grounding – love the last stanza…feet down and looking straight ahead. Good write.
Reuben Whitehouse
Wow thanks!