The Gods Are Wrong

-by T.W. Joseph – The Gods Are Wrong So pass that bong And a tale fit for mortals I will tell ye It’s not their words That ring absurd Nor their lack of morals That do rile me See they are us Despite the fuss And insistence of priests So unseemly Since they are we Writ abstractly Our folly does not cease Predictably So wrong they are At least as far As mortal tales can tell Reliably We’re more a far Bright bardic star With a wild dream to sell Rather cheaply My what a strong Hit from that bong Got me talking of gods Dangerously If I’m not wrong Priests are along Heretics live long odds Quite discreetly – Marginalia – A woman looks disinterestedly away from a snake, saying “Honestly though it’s exhausting being right all the time”

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