From its inception,
By immaculate conception,
This buffoonery is nothing,
But dramatized deception.
That it has escaped,
So many's detection,
And not resulted in,
Popular rejection,
Is quite the opposite of,
Rational perfection.
With meaningful reflection,
We might see some defection,
But as an infection,
It spreads in each direction.
From which few have,
Any kinda protection.
What we need is some correction,
And a modicum of reflection,
To engender some deflection,
Of religions' misdirection.
Or else it's subjection,
To mental vivisection,
And a predilection,
for total misconception.
Widows spend their pension,
Chasing resurrection,
While by extension,
And at the church$' discretion,
Heaven's barred to those,
With extra-marital erections.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
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I had no idea you were a poet, too! This is very cleverly done and gets your point across with a bit of fun! P
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