MOCKING GOD
The Proud Frisbeetyrian
Free Verse
I proudly told the ladies of the club I am not an atheist, but here’s the rub: I am a Frisbeetyrian and, no, I do not pray Instead I while away the afternoons at play. They gasped, they frowned, they heaved: “Well then,” said one, “what do you believe?” “We believe the soul is shaped like a disc, oh my, and death comes when you throw too high, then your frisbee lands atop a roof, my friends, but you cannot get it down again.” The ladies set their Mah Jongg tiles down, And then the Baptist looked me in the eye and frowned — Said she, “What about your rules for living?” I replied, “Avoid throwing over water, and be giving.” Ultimately, all three forgave me of my sin (Showing up Yankee and Frisbeetyrian) At least I warn’t a dadgummed commie, or on meth — At least I knew where I’d go after death.
Today is the next-to-last day of my January poetry challenge, in which I wrote a poem every day (almost). If you liked what you read (or not), please subscribe to get my stories in your email.
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