The world revolves around the Rotary Clubs
And Masonic Lodges, the Boy Scouts,
The Basketball Teams, the Fire Fighters
The Church Groups and the Engineers and Lawyers.
An INFP is not one of them.
We are dreamers, and as I looked
Over notes on a poem by Wordsworth
I realized our place is to shape the hopes
Of a generation. We are the artists
And hope is our work, to build
Brighter futures for all to envision with us.
Unfortunately, we are also corrupted
By these very same, and shamed into
Making vulgarities and filth.
I don't know why. 

I search wide, and free, there is no bishop
For 300 miles who can teach me.
They all have women preachers,
Vain laws, Sabbath breaking,
Licentious doctrines, and arrogance
And puffed up near sightedness.
Thus, Christ Himself need be my Bishop.
And Christ my cup, and Christ the flesh of my Eucharist.

Work hard.
Exercise a little.
Love your spouse and neighbor.
Never forget to Forgive.
Eat healthily, and also a little sweet and fat.
Sleep enough that you aren't tired, and rest when you need it.
Serve others with a heart of gold.

Partly cloudy, with thunder clouds,
Grey, and a hazy overcast,
The moist yet cool summer air
Wafts a smell like dirt and tree pheromones.
A spooky ambiance fills the path
And a hazy color, as heavy footsteps
Trod around me. I tread lightly,
Wondering if it is a squirrel or a walnut,
When a Mule Doe wanders onto the path.
It stares at me, and I speak to it,
And it runs away a bit, but follows
Beside me through the trail.
I hear its herd all around me,
As the animals make noises
And the birds, strange noises.

Psychic tension, of postmodern thoughts
Self accusations, grand superficial narratives...
Like Ezra Pound I see my reflection
And put into the narrative my own story.
I see poetry is destroyed, and literature too;
The feminist breakdances at the Olympics
And finally the world sees what I have been saying
If only for a brief moment, and then it goes
Back to its squalor. "Vogue, Vogue, Vogue,
"The markets are God, nonsense is the only sense;
"We must be like Picasso and see everything in all dimensions."
Yet, his most beautiful portrait is simply his lover
In elegant lines.

Do know, I had not cooked a thing
Athena destroyed the world
And allowed me to be plagiarized.
You wanted to save America
By causing the letter to be delayed
But instead it destroyed it.
Good job... your ignorance failed you
Of seeing the times, and half times, and a time;
Accusing me of your own dirty work.
Not very wise, my friend.
Because of your plot and scheme, they won.

If I could say one
Word to both groups it would be
This: You both are in
The same boat. Nobody wants 
You in their land, so they dumped 

You there. It won't make world peace, but's true.

Drinking my Joe in my left hand
I read a man's poem, that I can understand.
So different it is from all the others
It is a happy poem, and deep as ether.
It is like I could have wrote it
But it isn't quite so,
Just a new generation of poets
That I have sown.
No more squalid themes of piss and shit
But of beauty, and love, and the sweet apple pit.
A little bitter, a little poison
Brought to the remedy of joy's enjoyment.
I drink, and I now understand
A new generation of poets to defeat the old ones
That I can't stand.

Russia genocides Ukraine.
Israel and Iran genocide each other.
HAMAS and Hezbollah kill children
And rape dead women's corpses.
COVID rocked the world
And corrupted the entire medical industry.
The Paris Olympic's opening ceremony.
Great Britain thinks about extraditing foreign nationals
For offensive comments made online.
BLM and Antifa Riots.
Neo Nazis waving Swastika flags.
Christian persecution in First World Nations.
Leftist Leaning Groups waving Swastika flags.
University DEI police.
College Professors getting fired and losing tenure because they offended their students.
Elementary children taught about Transgenderism and Homosexuality.
Young Children being put on puberty blockers.
College Students brainwashed.
Jordan Peterson losing his professional license and told he needs to be reeducated.
First World Nations putting people in prison for what they say and believe.
Spy agencies policing free speech.
Farmers being told they aren't allowed to farm.
This is the best time in history, though.

I sympathize with you,
As I read your boring manifesto.
Striving to cause men to circumcise
Imagination and worldly pleasures
To sit idly on Saturday and stare at the wall;
And probably to eat food without salt or spices.
It is a Christianity I hate brother,
For it is no Christianity I am able to follow...
But you and I are in agreement, that sin
Destroys the world.