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My Education

I never achieved high grades,
Except for Community College.
And only a few years of college.
I got a B in Philosophy, an
A's in a few English Classes
An A in Humanities
And a B in Math.

I had a 2.7 GPA in High School---
Failing many of my English and Math Classes.

I was hated by my peers and teachers
In High School
But had a good relationship with most of my college professors.

That's about all that can be said.

Oh, and I didn't like to do homework, but usually passed my tests.
If I didn't pass my tests, that's usually when I failed the course.
Which happened frequently.

The Most Righteous Generation

They wish not to work, but idly play,
They wish to know not a thing, no way.
They wish to learn what their hearts will seek;
They wish for everyone to have no feasts.
They wish to lust, and fornicate and bray
Like an ass with engorged member in the hay
To enter into the orifices of all,
To feel the sting of pleasure's law.
They wish to take your freedoms and mine
To say that freedom belongs to the kind
Of man or woman or unknown thing
Who wishes to fornicate like a queen or a king.
Opulent masses, and social decay
They decry isn't happening this day, this day.
Do understand, it is our most righteous men
Who this day the Gospel wish to from me rend
And keep buried in my heart, and speak not a word
For they wish my silence to be their curse.
For they see I have done some miserable wrongs
And think themselves worthy for heavenly kingdoms.
Yet, I say, here is a litany against you,
Why hellfire and brimstone shall there so chew
You, gnawing upon your miserable bones
For you chose this world, and not Heaven alone.

Everything Wrong with the World

There is a man just too gitty
For his past exploits---
Though he's made an end of them
The Psychiatrist shrinks back
And makes a fool out of him.
The audience lampoons him
Though he's served his sentence.

There is a boy just too jaded
For he's upset at Santa Clause---
He's done nothing too serious
And the average man would call him good;
Though, this author lampoons him
Because he's ungrateful for the good
His country has bestowed upon him.

We think a man who's done wrong is always going to be crooked;
And we think because we have no sin, we can therefore deceive ourselves.

On Christmas and Easter and Other American Holidays

My brethren, understand that Christmas is a Christian holiday, and genetic fallacies don’t matter. I have read the Bible, and have taken explicit care to read Paul, who spent the entirety of his mission dispelling the kind of nonsense predominant among believers today, who wish to yoke themselves back to Judaism. It’s not productive, and is counter the will of God. What does it harm a man or child to celebrate Christmas? Nothing. What does it harm to fight against it? It helps suppress Christ and the truth, and makes the unbeliever resentful.



We’re also forbidden from observing the Law. We don’t have to anymore. We’re under a New Priesthood of Faith and not Works of the Law. So you Judaizers, by celebrating Passover, incur just as much wrath—if not far more—than my celebrating Christmas. You may also be forever marked by the Old Covenant if you practice it as your sacrifice, as certainly, Passover involved the sacrifice of the Passover lamb, who is Jesus; which, is why we celebrate Easter. We eat of the Passover at the Eucharist, and not on Passover anymore.



Do you let the uncircumcised eat at your seder? If not, you also incur strict wrath, as the circumcision is no longer in the flesh, but in Baptism. Repent.



With a change of Priesthood, comes a change in Law, for the priesthood being changed, it is necessary to change the law also.

Kitch

I feel like Nietzsche watching the horse get beat
As the sophistic professor explains why a heartfelt poem is bad.
He contrasts it with a cliche poem found on WordPress,
Over 10,000 times I've seen that tone...
Yet, the heartfelt expression of love...
That is bad.

As in to say, "Feel no good thing
"But suffer in this life.
"That is your portion;
"To have all joy removed
"And only filthy pain
"And even in your sex
"It is to be so... 
"All love gone, all peace...
"For it is kitsch."

Yet if I could bottle just one emotion
I'd bottle the poem he said was bad.
That's just me...
To me, that's deeper anyway
One who retained their joy in this horribly abusive world.

The World and Me

If I'm being honest--if that's you're real name--
If I were a musician every note I wrote would be called "Kitsch."
My melodies would be scorned, and my songs made a laughingstock.

If I were a cook, and cooked perfect dishes, with simple ingredients
Then the world would want complex ingredients, and dry morsels.

If I were an artist, if I painted Picasso, the world would want Rembrandt
And if I painted Rembrandt, the world would cry out for Picasso.

If I were a sculptor, and I sculpted David, the world would cry for Duchamp's Fountain.
If I were lazy, and wanted to hang a blanket drenched in menstrual blood, they'd cry for the Pieta.

If I were a singer, they'd want rap... and if a rapper, they'd want Sinatra's perfect chords.
If I were a grocer, whatever meat I was selling, they'd want whatever other brand there is.

If I like Raviolis, the world likes Rigatoni.
If I like the Eagles, the world likes the Cowboys.
If I like Romantic Poets, the world likes Postmodernist Poets.
If I like meat, the world likes bugs.
If I like milk, the world likes water.
If I liked water, the world would like milk, Romance Poets, Philadelphia Teams and a fat steak.
If I like Chess, the world will immediately hate my openings, and my theory, and anything I do.
If I play Sicilian, they'll play King's Gambit.
If I play a Benoni, they'll call it wrong.

If I do read Frankenstein and enjoy it... just watch what the world does to Mary Shelley.
If I find a single truth, the world cries it is foul.
If I say a single falsehood, it jumps upon my back, and sticks me with a Trident.

If I drove a forklift at a warehouse, no matter my ethics,
The world's would be the opposite's.

So, I choose Christ, knowing this is not my world
But yours. For, you'll be crowned.