Listen Jerome,
I will try to speak in poem
But my anger is from my head to my toes
so I might make a break and have to speak in prose
Because of these issues I have to say a ton
First and foremost, poem number one
So what if the bible doesn't shape what we say?
We believe homosexuality is OK.
You are as equally arrogant--if not more.
You only believe what the bible is for
The bible is fact, the bible is truth
Anyone who says otherwise has a screw loose?
You don't believe our beliefs, we don't believe your's
And we both accuse each other's judgement of being poor
No one is right or wrong, why can't you see?
We're entitled to beliefs--this country is free.
As for verse number two,
Nothing in the stanza, to me, is true
We think homosexuality is OK--Maybe it's not the modern days but our own free will
Sure, the bible doesn't interfere with government as much as it did when we wrote with a quill
(ack, horrible, I know, but I don't want to break into prose)
The truth to you is not truth to us
Why can't you see that and avoid this fuss?
I am glad, this horror is almost done
A battle of ignorance where no one has won
I pity you, Jerome, your judgment is clouded
Can't you see why America was founded?
For religious people as well as the gays--
For everyone here to have a say,
Are the gays taking away your bible? No, but you're taking away their rights!
And that, to me, just isn't right.
Jerome, say that we'll burn in hell
that's all good and well but come on. Seriously. Can hell possibly exist? The concept was invented before modern technology so back then it was a grand idea. A place of fire and torture below the earth? Sure, why not. We can't see what's there, why can't it be hell? But we've done and gotten a view from space. Science has to account for something, eh? What's the difference between the the promise of hell for wrong doing and the promise of the boogeyman for wrong doing? Honestly...
Oh. Sorry.
Say we can burn in hell for it doesn't exist, I bet
But what happened the gOldies, like Loki and Set?
Anway, I digress.
We have different opinions on what is best.
I believe your poem tells naught but lies
Plus, I expect nothingness when I die
So I end this poem, this--what's the word? A word for a big poem...it begins with a vowel, I think... Ah, forget it.
So I end this peom,
to you Jerome
And to people who I considered ignorant. To people who consider
me ignorant.
I hope we'll one day acheive diversity and peace, but apparently with the bible, we can't.
What a godawful salsaty poem.