Kit Kelen #774 - giving up religion

774

giving up religion

caveat emptor

carpe diem

congenital it's been

mono mostly

the ancestors came down with it

poly in the pipe

and pass it round

like billy boys

until hooray

to buggery at least

and blows

dowses out

the ghosts in the fire

(that's bush telly for you)

let's all mock their religious garments

and much good may it do

some kind of peace could come of gloom

look up in the trees and you'll see them

ecto-mists are worthy, gone

like evidence you've eaten

and taken some trouble with

so nineteenth century

put faith in doubt

and still you'll know

a thing or two

that death is after all

not a thing you'll feel

and there'll be no regret

Nietzsche he went mad with it

and all those angels

halo hats

saints for halitosis

there's love

be golden with it

(strip a new world)

a god of that!

nice try

or smiling

on your tangled legs

that would get you wry

the temple girls

are all allure

I love to jangle bangle

it's all of a mind's eye

bend the unwilling

there's yoga in these bones yet

I've seen cats and cows at it

so many ways to come

and gods in everything

that's just common sense

have we an understanding?

we all need rice

you light incense

I like a tutelary spirit

and daemons -- they're quite personal

often run the show

totem, possum

bear this brunt

to brew your superstitions

syncretic's always best

the prophets tend to set alight

and have been known to pillage

what temptation - the eternal

all forgiveness, lotsa love

tread water

lie down with a lion

growl stew

not so many of them

little lamb

fish

get pregant with god

be blameless

or point your head the one way

everyone does and you're one

the oneness is a terrible master

gives you that two-party problem

pepsi and coke

woollies and coles

manna sandwich?

I'll have ambrosia with that

I was in the cave

and I saw that flicker

truth bung again

let's patch it with

you'd never believe

soon leads to faith

must I feather nest?

long since they've given up on me

nothing to give to gild it

temple and spire

I took

the clock and the orchestra

a world grew round

and sometimes spun

my simple head

all green for up

and cloudsworth

gone again

I saw to it

I saw

fervour

after the sky's abolished

still religion's there

won't pay its taxes

fucks the young

it really is a problem

this attitude of mine

I hear music for a wedding

and call the creature stirred my heart

and what if there is what there is?

even if you cannot see

though could be finding out

how disappointing this world is

and as I live and breathe

next week I will give up polemics

let me tell you

it was a journey

but I'm in the garden now