Classic poem of the day
Listen, Christ,
You did alright in your day, I reckon —
But that day's gone now.
They ghosted you up a swell story, too,
Called it Bible —
But it's dead now,
The popes and the preachers've
Made too much money from it.
They've sold you to too many
Kings, generals, robbers, and killers —
Even to the Tzar and the Cossacks,
Even to Rockefeller's Church,
Even to THE SATURDAY EVENING POST.
You ain't no good n......
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Which season's fairest? Is it Springtime's day When dew-drops sparkle in the still of morning, When first the lark pours forth its roundelay And senses all the joy that Future's awning Keeps hidden yet in silence, uncommuned, When too the western wind its harp has tuned While Nature listens, hushed, amid her bowers To catch the word no ear lists save the flower's? Its ear! No, with its heart it comprehends, The flower's bud has energies untiring, And therefore free and bli......
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