Pandering the Crowd
In response to Louis Brown's upbeat take on belief: "Gods Son Identified with Man" and JP's delicate handling of his juxtaposition.
Never have I understood
The need for man to find a God,
No solace in an idolís crutch
To bind the here and now to sod.
How come this gaping maw in man?
Why must he seek a golden door
To steer him to a righteous place
To shed his lust for sin and flaw?
I wallow in my earthy ways
The nectar of a merlot smooth,
The colours of a raging sea
The softness in a womanís move.
I seek not more in afterlife,
I know not how to quest for this.
My day is NOW and when itís done
Iíll rest my case and die in bliss.
22 March 2011
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