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Thursday, 2 December 2010

5. Agnostic Ash

I saw a frog laze upon a log
Hopping and stopping when he saw a fly

I asked him –
‘Have you considered a life cleansed of lies?’
‘Religion has many virtues, you see
It can make you immortal; incomparable; even free!’
And all it will cost is unquestioning loyalty!’

‘Hmm – well, I appreciate your points;
But there is one small thing I have to ask..

Have you considered the logic of the Agnostic Ash?’

‘Why no, I’m afraid, my Amphibian ally
Whereabouts in these woods does this tree reside?’

‘It’s but three miles to the right of your arm –
But promise me one thing - you’ll do him no harm!
Listen to his arguments; I’m sure you’ll see
There’s no point to the plus, nor the contrary!’

‘Of course, of course; I’m no evil monster!
But I’d better set off before the night gets much darker’

And shortly afterwards, the woods abounded to the sounds of chainsaws ringing

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