An Ex-Christian Poem Made on the Commute Home
By Jonny Wanabi ~
Oh me, oh my,let’s reach out and touch the sky
Let’s do the hard work to make things happen
And do it with some joy and fingers tapping
I mean toes tapping
Yeah, there may be some clouds on the horizon
But you might get fear in your heart
If you give in to fearful surmising
In line with all the other local folks
But this is real life, it ain’t a hoax
This trip is enjoyable, I like it a lot
I like it even more when I realise that
This life is all I got
Turning left on this road of life
Overcoming my fear of pointy things
Like a pen or a knife
Making the most of the moment
With subliminal joy in my heart
My short life is a canvas
With some squigglies you call art
Going straight, trying to
Keep between the lines
And making hay while
The sunshines
Though often times I romanticise
And glorify the lives of the heroes
As when they rise up from the dust and ashes
Starting out as zeroes
Watch out for head-on traffic
Pay attention to the road
‘Cause you ain’t leap-frogging your problems
Like a big, fat hornytoad
Like a big, fat horny toad
Passing the train and crossing the bridge
Got to ease up a notch
Reduce the tension a smidge
You know, joy comes in the morning, they say
After a night of tears
On the bed in which you lay
But you know, I want joy all daylong
I’d like my mind and heart
Filled with a song
Though I know crossing a river
Includes a toll
And here and there I might
Be called an asshole
But we keep pressing on
Doing our thing
Sometimes with an empty wrist
And sometimes with bling
Following a bus, following a truck
Following the scientific approach
Toluck
Just getting on with life and doing it
Putting all the ingredients in the batter
And brewing it
‘Cause I got a job to do and I aim
To do it well
‘Cause I don’t believe in
The afterlife, Heaven or Hell
‘Cause Judgment Day is today
Not something in Airy Fairy Land
And the Judge is Cause &Effect
Not some Heavenly Lord or Man
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