Daddy's Book

Daddy's Book

My Daddy tells me how to live.

He wrote it in a book

My Daddy tells me what to think

Who to hate and where to look

He tells me, “Be compassionate

To those who will not learn.”

He tells me “Teach the ignorant

Or else they'll surely burn.”

My Daddy preaches love for all

Even for those He damns

And the ones I curse and burn and kill

(For I am my Father's Hand)

Comfort comes from giving up

On thinking for myself

From judging others from moral peaks

From one book upon a shelf

My Daddy promised eternal life

I want to live with Him

Immortality beckons me

The Devil takes those who sin

I need my faith, my stout belief

No ambiguity

Damned be logic, damned be thought

I need my Certainty

My Daddy preaches tolerance

And love for fellow man

Unless you're are a Liberal

Or gay

Or a Darwin fan.

Safe

Safe

There is a place I go

A solid bastion

Almost the ultimate refuge

Proof against the Painful,

The Pestilent, the Sad

Except, somehow,

You got your hands on the @*% spare key!

Lazarus Emotion

Lazarus Emotion

Every time it ends

It ends so deeply

So cold and crushing

We cannot see the bottom

So soon, there is

No up,

No down

No light above

Immobilised

Crushed

Stripped of volition

Overcome by pressures

We cannot withstand

Let alone fight

Though strike out we do

In futile hope

Or habit

A Short Contemporary Bit Of Verse

AAAArgh!

Bloody,

Bollocking

AAAArgh!

Use Of Language

I ask you what I am to you
When you and I are rivals
You employ the use of proper nouns
And eschew the adjectivals

Move over, Keats!

There was a young woman I know,
Whose bum hung incredibly low.
It came in quite neat
When finding a seat,
But it wasn't much fun in the snow

(Boom-boom)