One of the ways I positively sublimate my anger at my victimization by Catholicism and by professed Christians (overwhelmingly; though I was also victimized by a religiously observant Jew who I thought was a true friend) is to write irreverent, even blasphemous poetry, poetry I've found out, is also liked by others, has an artistic feel and edge to it, and, as my close friend and fellow ex-Catholic John Triplett notes, is also "theologically correct" while also being sardonic and quite edgy. Below are my three most favorite original irreligious poems--GF
JESUS CHRIST, JESUS
CHRIST!
by
George Fish
Really! Some Son of God,
Savior and Messiah
you are!
Creating Christianity!
Or at least
uncritically lending your name
to this dubious enterprise.
Sheesh! Your own omniscience
should’ve told you
that was a really bad idea!
Yet you did it anyway.
No wonder you got crucified—
you deserved it!
SO I’M SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE
(revised)
by
George Fish
that
some guy
named
Jesus Christ,
who
was supposedly
the
Son of God,
as
well as God himself
in
human form,
died
of crucifixion
on
the cross
to
save me from
my
sins and thus
enter
the Kingdom
of
Heaven when I die,
where
for all eternity
I
will praise God
incessantly,
same
as
the
people of North Korea
praise
their Kim family
leaders—
all
because
a couple of
thousand
years earlier,
in
a mythical bucolic
place
between the
Tigris
and the Euphrates rivers,
which
is gone now forever
without
a trace
(rather
like Camelot,
or
Atlantis),
a
naked young woman,
who
didn’t know at the time
she
was naked,
ate
of a forbidden tree fruit
because
she was beguiled
by
a talking snake
that
stood on its hind legs?
What
do you take me for,
an
utter rube?
Do
you believe I’m
really
that stupid?
C’mon,
get out of here!
If
you’re going to
insult
my intelligence
like
that,
I
want nothing to do
with
you at all!
JESUS
IS
OMNIPOTENT,
OMNISICIENT,
AND
IMMORTAL
by
George
Fish
He is the Christ,
the Son of God,
the Savior,
the Messiah.
He can do anything
he wants, even to—
fucking dogs!
And why would he
not want to fuck
dogs?
After all, being
up there
in heaven for all
eternity
must get really
boring;
fucking dogs might
well be
a welcome
diversion from
a steady diet of—
angel pussy! (But since
all angels are
male,
it’s not so much
angel pussy
as it is—angel
asshole.)
Besides, how do
you know
Jesus doesn’t fuck
dogs?
You don’t.
And if you say
indignantly,
“Jesus would never
fuck dogs!” I can
properly
retort, “Who are you
to claim to know
the—
Mind of God??”
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