Preacher man
(Pagan vs. priest)
Round one
I recall one day,
I was idly walking, wearing my pentacle.
When I was approached by a minister.
He appeared weary an a bit cynical.
Upon observing my charm, he then said.
Oh poor boy, I do feel sorry for you lad.
Are you not afraid you are going to hell?
“Not really, hell exists in dogma, that’s your prison cell.”
Cell? I am not imprisoned; with my god I am as free as a bird.”
“Are you really? Or are you disillusioned and blinded by the word?”
I hear not your blasphemy! Kneel now, Worship god our father!
So I fell face down to kiss the ground, revering sweet Earth our mother
“You deny him publicly, still you this does not bother?”
To quote Nietche “god is dead” dear brother,
Please know, all we have is each other.”
“Oh you’re a lost cause I REBUKE YOU DEMON!”
He screamed, while he opened his Cadillac door, still steaming.
“Nice car there reverend, good to see you remain humble.”
He glared; thumbing through his keys, steady mumbling.
Cracking a grin, I then offered
“O.K. Bye then, nice conversation.”
Still fuming, He stuttered and stated,
“Well me & my congregation,
Will be praying for your salvation.”
I quickly responded,
“No sir! Don’t waste their time,
But how about you stop harassing me & my kind.”
His eyes widened, his face got red.
Shaking his head, all flustered, from what I had said
“Now be not angered, an remember don’t judge.
Love thy neighbor, and never hold a grudge.”
His expression slowly changed, as our eyes did meet,
A look of sorrow crept over him as he took off down the street.
I felt a little pity for him as his shiny car disappeared.
But I also felt better, man, that was weird.
S.M. Hall 2005 | 
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