Poetry, Anyone?

Since I will likely be leaving soon, I thought I might reprise a little poem of mine before I do. I warn you, however, read it quickly, as it is quite a dangerous piece, much more offensive than even all those pornography site link posts that have become so lingeringly prevalent around here, and so this poem will likely be promptly deleted.


So their God He did smite
To the Angels’ delight

Yes the sheep they all beamed with such glee

For the realm had been spared
From the threat of truth bared

That so bothers the mass LCD

The one that was hung
Had been treated like dung

For her crime of refusing to cave

To the mob that was hired
By the rams co-conspired

For to banish society’s brave

And the henchmen were paid
So they mostly just stayed

Quite aloof from the aftermath’s fray

Where a few with some guts
Did for sure make no buts

About right-doing gone quite astray

Though 'midst threats of smite too
Strong goats bleated anew

The sad lament of justice awry

And they wondered aloud
To the brave in the crowd

Who’ll remove now the mote from God’s eye?

Wow!

You’re a radical! Quick! Kill her!

Gimme a break. Same old stuff.