The ways are green with the gladdening sheen
Of the young year's fairest daughter.
O, the shadows that fleet o'er the springing wheat!
O, the magic of running water!
The spirit of spring is in every thing,
The banners of spring are streaming,
We march to a tune from the fifes of June,
And life's a dream worth dreaming.

It's all very well to sit and spell
At the lesson there's no gainsaying;
But what the deuce are wont and use
When the whole mad world's a-maying?
When the meadow glows, and the orchard snows,
And the air's with love-motes teeming,
When fancies break, and the senses wake,
O, life's a dream worth dreaming!

What Nature has writ with her ***** wit
Is worded so wisely and kindly
That whoever has dipped in her manuscript
Must up and follow her blindly.
Now the summer prime is her blithest rhyme
In the being and the seeming,
And they that have heard the overword
Know life's a dream worth dreaming.

Write me something sensational.

Write me something profanely profound.

Write me your blithest tragedies.

Write me your sweetest fears.

Just write me--

Release the poet in you

as you bring out the poet in me.

Compulsive liars masquerade as aspiring messiahs



Bleeding their anuses dry of spiritual fabrications



Seducing the congregation into recollecting precarious scriptures



Targeting thousands of wallets to gain laudatory paychecks





Eradicating the commandments in their forlorn Bibles



As they gaze at the remarkably hollow skylines



Visions hazed by pecuniary benefit



Hearts lavished within a swamp of prolific avarice





Deliberately they scream ghost written sentences



Composed by the anonymous hands of the seven deadly sins



Yet they study and teach it as if it radiates truth



And these fools sing, dance and praise with no source of proof





In no way, shape or form are you spreading the

blessing



Marketing Jesus's memory as a get rich quick scheme



Offerings may circulate but never reach their destiny



Instead they fund your epicurean lifestyle





You swear with fraudulent passion that you care for the suffering



I say it's all just a front to protect your precious image



Another pretentious publicity stunt to elevate your ego



Suckering new members into your narcissistic precinct





I feel blithest to not be obliged to tithe



For the tithes help nobody but yourself



So why waste my wages paying your mortgage?



When I could invest in something of richer value?