Being

“That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre

And there's another sick dog

who's squirted his goodbyes 

all over the radiator

The doctor only laughed and said,

“Just another one of those little blessings of aging, son"

 

So would somebody please tell me

What am to do now with all this debris?

The Bible says it's been shot from canons like puffed wheat.

But Hawkins maintains 

it's nothing more than the flatulence 

of some filthy black hole 

reduced now to a mere post-nasal drip.

And there's more....On my shoe.

Should I even bother scraping it off?

Reviews

[. serah .]

-- hahahaha... this is brutally funny, Maestro D. ... and i'm sorry if it's not meant to be... but the tone of narration is just so endearing and pranksterish... even if serious and satirical... that i can't respond in any other way... and maybe i lost so much to time and other such factors and i now gloat about the smallness of my existence... -- i still remember the time i believed in God... and how, at one point, that belief nearly made me feel like i was God... -- then i read about NPD (narcissistic personality disorder)... and i found a tiny space where i could exist... and utter the words i dared to write... -- it's a privilege to read ya, Maestro D. ... the things you wonder about and the words you choose are so unique and so amazingly profound... and you join the dots across disciplines brilliantly... -- i don't think i know anyone who is better read than you...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Existentialism taken to a insanely new level. Either way, God or not, we are s**t on the universe's shoe. Powerful write and favorited.