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Re: Atheistoxity
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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. [/ QUOTE ] That change in the rhyme structure is irritating to me. I'm glad Phil's version fixes it. |
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