All land begins
underneath these feet:
a merry makebelieve.

Jump
and catch a glimpse of Arabia
in red,
Birkenhead
in yellowish-grey,
Berlin's fading rainbow..
all lacking in depth like
floaters,
like foreign pain,
like your very first birthday.

Don't they?

Spend days in suspension,

don't you?

Well, look around!
You see ahead
and back
are much the same
when all is round.
And all IS round!
Unless of course,
you're
on the ground
where a single wave can
****.

Doubtless fun,
boundless thrill, all
but for a price!
Here
even cloudy sunsets imply
sacrifice.
And at nights
perfect darkness never dwells,
Some devilry always tells the time
in mocking ways:
Jump
and you're on holidays,
divorced from all necessity,
sleeping in the sun
for days an altogether different
beast,
electrified,
with sandbagged veins.

At least not dead,
I hear you say.
How cute..
Alas! the price you pay for
being oh so futile is per se
a snide;
So pick your cherries and throw them
in that tide!
You know the lights in this harbour never return
in a straight line
May craft and the shimmering power
not let you be
the fog in the rye,
or the rock's inside.

You are round and everything
is your equal.
So consider your battles well.

One* of the things faith tells me
About how Two live my life
Is to love my Three neighbours
(Next door, next door but one and next door but two)
Even though one of them carried a knife.
Four it says in the old scriptures
To love all those around us
Even the MP's with their meals of Five courses
When there are people starving on the street
Begging for Sixpence for something to eat
And some people say that's greed
But I've got to tell you that makes me kind of...angry
Because how can we be free when there are Seven rules
To live by to shape our personality. SEVEN.
Seven rules to tell us how to live,
Seven days in which God created...this
And Seven things that are considered a sin.

But can I just say,
Who wants to worship a God, who does not feel love?
Who disagrees with passion,
And ***,
And lust?
Who wants a God with a heart of stone,
Who would condem a person to hell
For feeling a little... alone?
And didn't God demand our love for him?
But why should we love this *****
Who is incapable of returning it?

And we should not eat or drink
More than is needed to keep us living.
Ha! I'd like him to take a trip down here
Where our monthy wage are the only things that are thinning.
He'd take one look at the girls of Birkenhead,
And throw up McNuggets all over their head.

But aren't we forgetting that he ordered his son
To deliver millions of fish to everyone?
Sorry but is that not gluttony?
Or was he just feeling generous that particular Tuesday?

He also demands that every person on this earth
Should follow his rules.
All *Seven billion of them.
Simply Greed.

And if these rules are not followed
We shall be punished for it tomorrow.
So it says in John 3:36
"Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life,
But whoever rejects the Son,
God's wrath will remain on him"
So right there: God is a wrathful God.
Well, we might as well all go home to
...Fold our socks.

Because I'm sorry but I cannot believe
These are acts of compassion,
He floods the entire earth for not doing what he was saying.
Noah knows, you need only ask him.

And if we worship another God,
We are marrooned on an Island called Hell
Filled with all the burning souls,
Well take me there then
At least I know I'll meet The Rolling Stones.

So God is envious it is clear to see
And if we use his name in vein,
He gets even more pissy.
So he's got pride.
And Laziness is an obvious one,
To do his work he employed his Son.

**So let's do what we want,
Sin if we must.
What other ways are there
To have the utmost fun?