Blog Entries from scumbag

  1. Old poem I'm posting for Miz RealityBites

    Life after Death Or An Atheist's Jingle Jangle When you die, don't set foot in church: The priest will warble, blink and lurch; He won't know what to say or how to speak: It'll just be another day of his Holy Week. When you die there will be flowers from strange People who were your friends, speeches with no range Or variety or demonstrating a skill for writing: Can you tell if my wit is sufficiently biting? Your parents will justify a mass for you - An atheist! - and if they...
  2. i just re-wrote this in a big way

    after not touching it for about...... five years. here goes: Day Is Done When day is done and golden life’s already gone, past the point of earth that one can see, the sun sallows and ceases to simmer. Bracing night oncoming encourages age to be bold as long as night is cold and, feeling youth’s race run, the end becomes where one had begun beneath the setting, simple sun. As one sits beneath the settled sun newspaper, wind-scattered and puffed, passes in the...
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