A Drunken Rant
Oh, you say you love me; is it true?
The sky, it appears, is blue; is it blue?
I lived a long life without a damn clue,
If I ever find God anywhere, I’ll sue.
Methinks, it’s the devil I better pursue
Set aside holy water and beer I’ll brew
Go and pick a pack of disgruntled crew
To steal the Dog Star its brilliant hue
And garner the dawn’s glistening dew
Up from the sky get a bird’s-eye view
Live better if all the knowledge I knew
And obtain from the Mystic a divine cue,
Or put aside my search and quietly rue
And finally bid to the world my adieu!
106th Weekly Poetry Contest