Coming Out Swinging!!!

Money troubles will be my lot in life,
Unless this lottery ticket comes through.
So I guess I’ll have a fool for a wife.
Is Hot Lotto at three million or two?
Debt, to my death, will dog me every day,
The phone ringing will ring in the days dread.
I’ll owe till I know the peculiar way
One acts when one wishes they were dead.
But, in the grave lying, no more lies are told.
And silence does not ask for its past dues.
No cold hard cash, when you’re hard and cold
Can get between free, easy, peace and you.
So next time you want me to pay you back,
Do both of us a favor and have a heart attack.

Why? Why would a Christian write a poem like this? Qua being a Christian, he would not. Unless he wrote it repentantly. Even then, don't Christians usually have a better sense of style than to write such sing-songy verse? That, friends, is where you are mistaken. The author of this little ditty belongs to a church where only the women dress well and everyone appreciates the rhymes found on those serious Hallmark cards you get for Father's Day. It is a good thing his church is traditional enough to have preserved the ancient liturgies and iconograpic forms that were handed down from back when people knew how to do art. Otherwise, this poet would have no hope of improvement. And what would we do then if he, discouraged beyond hope, stopped writing? We must not ask such questions, if we wish to remain at peace. Let's encourage him to continue writing, by not adding any comments we might wish to append, Then, what a glorious show we will watch as his poems inch slowly into the stratosphere under the influence of his chosen religious path. Keep them coming Malcolm. We are watching you!