By Jeff Sloan
I knew when I moved in
That it wasn't my kind of town
For one thing:
it was greatly overrun with churches
They were everywhere,
like filthy vermin
Blinding the townsfolk
Impregnating that rotten society
with the "decency" of hypocrisy
Rules only for non believers
Forgiveness only for the sheep
...all the while gnawing on the children
No, it wasn't my kind of town
There weren't enough
convertible sports cars,
roller rinks,
candy stores,
booze emporiums or
bikini billboards for my liking
But I felt a peculiar need to exist there
Like a cancer of science and
Sexual security
Slowly recreating everything
That they had worked so hard to destroy.
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Sometimes the best defence is a good offence. Take what you will from this one, I pull no punches and make no apologies for my atheism.
Ever Yours'
J.S.