money doesn't grow on trees,
but it's also not
imbedded in gold...
   words mean nothing,
apparently, lately,
              until social media
came along...
then it was all about:
hey! monopoly that *****!
       even i find it hard to
father the / gather the idea...
from a gold standard to a
verbal standard...
                so freedom of
speech is akin to a
      philosopher's stone?
looks like it...
          keep the guitars in
rhythm...
    stop *******....
turn to solos in harmonica
format...
      i can't stop laughing...
i know there's a serious point
to be made...
  akin to my communist party
grandfather buying me cigarettes...
because i'm a cheap'oh
for reasons conceived by
american billionaires...
     excuses... excuses?!
  i call that an empty glass...
and the whole atheistic:
passing on my genese
as a sight of eternity:
    well, less than any if any
talk of carpe diem...
        the day's gone,
  seize some other point
of interest,
like brewing your own wine;
any doctor would call these people:
em... bow-whing?
             would i eat & drink with
them? probably not...
they say: i only have respect for
people i can eat & drink with...
   as an honourable case:
               i don't eat with people
i'd love to punch...
   and i don't drink with people
i'd love to talk with,
     in either case: because i can't...
i have no respect for such types...
i'd rather look into a dog's eyes
and feed it frankfurters...
   and look into those eyes,
and say: now i wish i didn't
have a coccyx, but a tail...
   acrobatics on those trees...
**** me... i'd be gymnastic-jane,
        swinging upside-down
while imitating a harmonica
    fiddling with my index finger
against the blurry action of the lips
doing the vibration akin to a motorboat...
up & down,
            up & down....
       you get the picture.
what puts me off atheism?
   the atheists themselves...
   they're just too ****** angry...
         or too fake calm...
                     sure, calm in academia,
but on the street, lay? angry
  like a tasmanian devil...
                 evidently i can't trust
academic atheism with its calm,
given the end product is so ******* angry...
and also apologetic;
    you can't justify the original stance
       by then allowing yourself an apology;
n'est-ce pas (né cé pá)?
i'm just wondering,
when will this atheistic vogue end?
   theology and fashion,
currently,
   the trend is black on black...
     perhaps a white dog-collar
                         in the mourning gowns.