Hey everybody, Poetry corner is back now that my brain isn't being sapped for every syllable it can think of by the pesky Ottoman Empire. That also means that you get two separate pieces of my terrible rhymes from out and about. Big one first, little one after the jump. And yes, they are *****mas based, I'm very sorry.
Garfield probably made me think I was a cat person for a whole 2 years more.
I strolled through a part of town less seen
In an attempt to make my Christmas chores faster.
But I stopped and stared at the scene
of a loud urban pastor.
He bellowed and yelled out the words of god.
It matters not which.
Those more devout than me called him odd
But I listened to his pitch
He talked of consumerism and corruption;
he talked of greed and sin.
He mocked that they'd allow such disruption
for trash we'd soon throw in the bin.
I realised I agreed with the preacher;
but for completely different reasons.
My view required no "teacher".
Just a multitude of parental treasons.
As I walked away, the man shouted "Decadence".
A word that so often comes to mind
but I suppose it is easy to judge this world.
The positive much harder to find.