Gettin relijun

Gettin Relijun Me marmee took me off to church, To help me see the light. She worried ‘bout me morals, And that I’d turn out right I went, I read the “oly book, They led me into prayer, They passed a plate for money, I took all of what was there. I took a Boyble home with me, To study up this lurk. Holy cow! The things they wrote, They sure made faith hard work. Take Genisis….Creation, Lord everybody knows, Did’n Darwin tell us, Creation’s up the nose? Then Adam and Eve punished, For eatin orf a tree! The tree of life sounds bloody more, Like ‘fornication” to me. So Cain slew Able? What the heck, it appens all the time. So.!!! Who’d e procreate with? Now THAT’S the bottom line. About old Moses an that calf, ‘Ow could ‘e…from up a hill, Blow it up without a nuke? You think that I’m a dill? I read some more an worried, So I went an told me ma. She nearly dropped .er bundle “Straight to the church” she yelled, “get in the car” The preacher shook his head in fear, At what me muvver said. “We’ll have to call an exorcist, The devils in his head” Some fancy bloke arrived in town. They took me there post-hast. Well….did ‘e carry on a treat? I think it was a waste. Then folks they all turned funny, They’d point at me and stare, I eard ‘em tell their little kids, “That’s the devil over there.” I kept on reading the good book, Full of hanomolies, The contreedictions in that tome, Would make a furnace freeze. But then one day while on a walk, I stopped dead in me stride. Some-one was havin a little talk, Was no-one round…it was inside. “Look here my son, I’m not amused, This nonsense has to stop, You can’t go on denying me, Filling up with all this rot. You’ve read the book, why ridicule, The facts as laid out there? Of all the flock you are the lamb, That especially needs my care” Me eyes went red, me face turned blue, I feel to me knees with prayers. S’not every day ya visited, By the fella from upstairs. I raced ‘ome to me muvver, The words could hardly flow, Me gut was crook, me ‘eart just raced, Me breathin was so low. Postscript from a Mother My poor son died this morning, A heart attack a stroke, An Epileptic seizure, Is what the Doctor wrote. Was such a shock he went that way, But from what he told to me, Up there within the Masters fold, Is the best place he could be. Written December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 09:16 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 14