Sullen

Written in December '23

why is he so sad?

so sullen?

like a black hole sucked

the happiness from him?

 

is it because he sees

himself as a piece of s**t

even though he’ll ascend to

the good place eventually?

 

and yet everyone else

will become firewood because

even if they accept their

s****y status and clamor

for the sacrifice of the chosen one?

 

and I have to ask…

why bother?

why labor under the delusion?

why be so downtrodden for

yourself and others when

you aren’t a horrible person?

 

but…

maybe you are because

you secretly revel in being chosen

and seeing others burn forever?

 

that could be the truth…

dogma is a hell of a drug after all

 

and dogma makes people do

and believe intensely s****y things…

 

like the bullshit John Calvin preached,

the most insidious form of it practiced

by a******s that protested at funerals

of dead soldiers…

 

and those a******s are some of the

unhappiest people to walk the planet…

 

you can be washed in the blood of

the lamb, but you don’t have to be

a killjoy about it…

 

being sullen and being an a*****e

are choices, and you don’t have

to infect others with it…

 

the same should be said for

fucked-up theology as well

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to grasp everybody words and thoughts. My stepfather was a soldier, policeman, bowler and preacher. He taught me. Just be kind. Leave your door open for friends and the family. I got old and I am thinking too much. Maybe we need a vacation where we can find some peace Kenneth. I enjoyed your honest thoughts my friend.
Coyote

[Kenneth The Poet]

thanks Coyote