I hate this world,
Everything about it.
I speak the language
But none do understand.
It is like I speak a foreign tongue;
Metaphor, Simile, Symbolism,
Archetype, Portmanteau, Kenning,
Equity is injustice
God is not believed
The Supermen rule society
With their AIDs cures and Condoms and Day After Pills.
The Devil screams his melody,
Offers me the world
While admitting what he admitted
In his poesy;
His hand around my neck,
“Why don’t you squeeze?”
He does believe in God,
Despite his best efforts not to.
But, like the spook with the pentacle on his arm
He hates God, and wages his unholy war.
NO ONE IS HAPPY
NO ONE IS HAPPY
NO ONE IS HAPPY!!!!!
But you are.
But that is why I left you have the world;
For you and Gloria destroy it
Making your Theonomy,
Of Gay and Transgender
And the Church of England preaches that Jesus was just a man.
And I leave you this, my song—
Squeeze a little harder,
And you’ll choke the life out of me
And have what you wanted all along.
I will not be your scapegoat.
B. K. Neifert 