Saturday, March 22, 2014


She’s big, fat and beautiful.
She shops at Walmart every day.
Luxuries, necessities,
Things for work and play.

The sales stir her soul.
She surfs the shelves with glee.
She buys stuff by the truckload.
Well, gosh, it’s almost free!

Of all the items treasured,
Groceries are number one.
She heads first for the sweets 
And loads close to a ton.

When at last she’s through,
And spent her last thin dime,
She rushes home to eat.
It’s way past snacky time!

She eats ten Oh Henry bars,
A bag of potato chips,
An apple pie à la mode,
And a quart of Coke she sips.

Now the crucial moment;
Her reputation is at stake.
She steps onto the scale.
A new record she can break.

She’s gained another Kilo!
She’s Walmart’s shopping dream!
She’s their Big Fat Moma,
Their consumption queen!


God made the universe,
Why? Bugger all to do?
What was here before?
God was missing too!

Who rates an eternity
Of joy in Heaven above?
No one’s been that good,
To deserve boundless love.

Even Jesus wasn’t perfect;
Crucifixion was a scam.
He rose then joined his Dad,
The sacrifice a sham.

Next consider Hell,
Where Satan rules the roost.
Is Hitler sizzling on the fire?
Did evil cook his goose?

Will I, a petty miscreant,
Join Adolf in the flame?
He burnt six million Jews;
I said ‘fuck!’. What shame!

This seems an injustice.
Is God a hanging judge?
Do all sins rate the same?
He must bear a mighty grudge!

What about those folk
For whom Christ is but a word,
Say, in deepest Africa,
Where scripture’s never heard?

If ignorance is a sin,
And faith is okay,
I fear few reach port,
If religion shows the way.


We do not belong here!
We come from another world!
We clash with the scenery;
We’ve the flag of hate unfurled.

We resemble earthly beings;
We eat, fuck, and sleep.
In other ways we’re different;
We’re not unerring sheep!

We have a searching mind.
We may believe in God,
Satan, Heaven, Hell,
In Jesus pure, unflawed.

Yet we’re vile monsters;
We trail destruction and despair.
Now the Earth’s near ruin,
We’ll depart its fouled air ...

In search of other planets
To reduce to lifeless shells.
Where could we belong?
Perhaps where Satan dwells?