There are days when
not even Sketch can
cheer me up. But
even then, on these
darkest of dark hours,
I count my blessings,
I feel blessed
and I marvel that
over there in the land
of certainty, where
ignorance is sanctified
stupidity an honor badge
they, too, feel blessed.
Do they truly believe
Christ is going to drop
down like a two-bit
deus ex machina and
rescue their sorry asses
or is this some hoax
some convention of
theater majors?
What a sorry lot:
these deluded disgraceful
ignorant manipulative
solipsistic perverted
distorted dangerous
inauthentic sad
imitations of
our better selves.
