a poem for today, 20 June 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of nine sentences and its image]
I'm allowed to walk along the street just like everyone else.
As long as things are said, the God hypothesis will persist.
I chose honest arrogance and have seen no occasion to change.
It's exciting, fun, and a great way to make non-reportable income.
You're a sex addict now and you'll never be the same.
And then we brought in Jesus like a bar of soap.
It's never too late to be who you might have been.
If you don't want it everybody is throwing it at you.
It's murder on the dance floor but you better not kill the groove.
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