Next!?

Your Turn

 

There be that peaceful time when all is well

Fearsome evil storms He did calmly quell

 

This world, it is a-changing’ for the better---LESS!

Cannot get worse? It is a most convoluted bitter mess

 

My mantra: Faith! Family! Freedom! Independently

To this world of evil lies choose live quite contradictorily

 

Yet, in the eternal of “educated”-masses

Idiocy reigns among wee lads and lasses

 

There be “that guy” of whom they warn

“Mess” with him, then surely reap his scorn

 

To live like that, they think, must be pure sad hell on earth

One enigmatic anachronistic anomaly ever since his birth

 

We be quite hip and super smart Oh! Talented beautiful people

Each Sunday morn we reverent shadow door under a tall steeple

 

What possible importance “Pure”? When life be short

Spew from My mouth every one of that lukewarm sort

 

Just whom does he think he be? His Excellency!?

Only an unambiguous obelisk to His Irrelevancy!?

 

Hubris suit severely criticize when out of sight

Always his inane raving-ranting comes to light

 

They do mock the “village idiot” in his Traditional

“Tread Lightly!” Lest be educated to his inscriptional

 

Some lie they’re young and “cool”, can text

Middle-age, wake up! Your turn is---NEXT!

 Amen!