[Magic_Man]

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I am a long time browser and I ran across this poem that I thought I'd post here. Enjoy browsing the forum though.

Atheistoxity

What is the purpose, where is my place,
in this planet that's in orbit, a tiny dot in space.

The gift of feeling, do I abuse?
Is there a wrong? Am I that confused?

Why should I try, were all just gonna die,
my body will decay, my loved ones tears will dry.


Why can't I puff a cig, be gay and wear a wig,
thread my vain with a needle, if that's what I wanna feel.

If I can't see, then I can't believe,
what a man can't prove, I cannot conceive.

Simple are my desires as they are relative to my need,
Carnal is my only pleasure, for it's what I can instantly heed.

Narcissistic mind, the book whoring trend
accepting my faults, the only time I spend.

Is this all an agenda? A brainwashing genius plan,
did I plant a seed that can't stop growing, it's hard just being a man.

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That change in the rhyme structure is irritating to me. I'm glad Phil's version fixes it.