I would not swear on a stack of bibles
that was the truth
just my first thoughts to what you are saying
I am not that interested in who begat who
well yes but only as regards my family
what bound us together strangers in foreign lands
these past couple of thousand years
Sometimes I wonder about the hands that wrote the Books
and the intention behind the intention
What voice did they hear in their desert and on their mountain tops
and what they cribbed from other tribes
Yes the goddess on the mountain top
became the abomination
On the upside no more human sacrifice
Till God became his mother
In Mean time perfectly nice people
Christians marching as to war
are praying for final victories
I am just grateful to be alive this late into the 21st century
You are offended by Calvin and Hobbes?
It's just a got dam comic strip for Crisps sake.
About a little kid
a little boy and his stuffed tiger.
I dam near went into mourning when my paper stopped carrying that strip
Calvin and Hobbes the names have some significance I read somewhere.
Do you remember when you were a little kid and you thought girls had cooties?
I do.
Well I might not be such a good example. I am still a recovering woman hater.
Somebody jump in here with some poetry please
this is all I got for now.
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In the second decade of the second millennium of the common era
A miraculous era of newfangled wars
warriors with model airplanes
kill rag-heads from afar
morbid games of tit for tat
Imams with lap tops in third world hells
send their zombies to kill in Times Square.
hammer hammer on the yellow brick road
mile marker Zion just around the next bend
over the next hill
It will be all down hill from there
rolling free
rolling hard, rolling home