Reading Poetry

I went to a catholic funeral recently. The ritualism was interesting, and the service was very well done, but it caught me off guard when they passed around the collection plate...

The existence of the almighty implies a reason, a design; he
Surely wouldn’t let us do whatever we want to
Just like we seem to when no one’s there to tell us not to
But maybe part of the plan is man eat man
The self extermination of our meaningless creations
Fuck the whole world; get out of my way girl
Already had much more than our fill
But where there’s a way there’s a will
Wouldn’t it be funny if this is how it’s supposed to be
If our only purpose is to consummate the surface

Heaven above is saying
All about love and praying
And I don’t pay no mind
I let the father leave
And nobody believed
That I wasn’t left behind

Get ready, get in line it’s time
Emotional discovery, quick recovery
Then smile my child, for you now know
How and what and when and why
Are you satisfied? You can’t get none?
Two apart is two, Together is one
But what really matters is the pursuit of happiness
9 to 5 all your life, not to be embarrassed by possessional crappiness
There was a the man on the railroad tracks
Who let the train hit a kid, just to save his Cadillac
Had no insurance, no way to get his money back
He’s a greedy heartless monster, you agree and nobody doubt it
But every $200 donated to charity, a kid won’t live without it
Funny story, but you probably shouldn’t think to long about it
Or you might stop knowing how good ol’ Jesus would react

Heaven above is preaching
The church is far reaching
But the steeple never ups the sky
Is God invisible
Or indivisible
From that which we all need to buy

But I can't find no place or nothin', where thrills are cheap, and love is divine

This post was edited by Bunk on Feb 25, 2006.