Confessions
What should I confess?
That I stole a bottle of nail varnish
when I was ten and gave it
to my mother for her birthday?
That sometimes I throw my vege peels
in the rubbish instead of recycling,
and occasionally I see a woman
I'm attracted to?
That I find the idea of a God who bred
a universe to worship him, and allowed
thousands of years of crime and punishment,
to prove a point, cruel and egotistical.
My sins are small, but my fear
is fifteen fathoms deep, and my guilt
is all the vast oceans, with only a rock
on which to rest my feet.
That I stole a bottle of nail varnish
when I was ten and gave it
to my mother for her birthday?
That sometimes I throw my vege peels
in the rubbish instead of recycling,
and occasionally I see a woman
I'm attracted to?
That I find the idea of a God who bred
a universe to worship him, and allowed
thousands of years of crime and punishment,
to prove a point, cruel and egotistical.
My sins are small, but my fear
is fifteen fathoms deep, and my guilt
is all the vast oceans, with only a rock
on which to rest my feet.
posted by burning moon at 7:42 PM
3 Comments:
totally agree re the whole God shtick, what an absurd concept formal religion suggests to us
Stealing something and giving it as a gift, very interesting stuff *smile*.
The poem is tre excellent kid, the ending does justice to the whole.
lol. I still feel guilty about that bloody nail polish. My older sister and her American friend dared me to do it.
Ahh the wicked sister and her worldly American accomplice *grin*
Well, you met their dare, so more power to you kid,rising to the challenge has validity :)
even if you are a criminal *laughing*
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