(no subject)
OH!
Great Ghastly God!
Invigorating us with your mid-afternoon
THUNDERstorms
Giving us a holiday like
Christmas (with your no-dick tango)
Sticking your magnetic fingertips through the clouds-
-and softly pulling magnificent metal steeples-
-into high-rise church mega-consortiums-
-For us to worship the robotic exuberance of-
Evangelism.
OH!
When you did you stop being the eternal hug-
and begin to buy into your own bilboard speak?
Is Elton John really going to hell?
(just because he gets shivers when his foreskin rubs gently on the anal wall of another man)
And if that IS the case.
If it IS wrong.
Then I'd say it was more of a design flaw.
And is YOUR fault.
You, Big Cahuna, You.
Though, I do s'pose, that if I were making a universe only for my little eyes and to quench the boredom of eternity:
I would eventually make a hell too.
And queers.
They must add the flare and the shabang! to a rapidly graying world.
Great Ghastly God!
Invigorating us with your mid-afternoon
THUNDERstorms
Giving us a holiday like
Christmas (with your no-dick tango)
Sticking your magnetic fingertips through the clouds-
-and softly pulling magnificent metal steeples-
-into high-rise church mega-consortiums-
-For us to worship the robotic exuberance of-
Evangelism.
OH!
When you did you stop being the eternal hug-
and begin to buy into your own bilboard speak?
Is Elton John really going to hell?
(just because he gets shivers when his foreskin rubs gently on the anal wall of another man)
And if that IS the case.
If it IS wrong.
Then I'd say it was more of a design flaw.
And is YOUR fault.
You, Big Cahuna, You.
Though, I do s'pose, that if I were making a universe only for my little eyes and to quench the boredom of eternity:
I would eventually make a hell too.
And queers.
They must add the flare and the shabang! to a rapidly graying world.