A Bill Of Goods

We think we’re in control
We think someone’s in charge
We know there is a purpose,
Our life is no mirage.
The blinders that we wear
Will only block the bad—
We only hate to look
At stuff that makes us sad.

We neither see nor hear a God
But we still know It’s there
And if you’re thinking otherwise
We really do not care.
How can you ask? You do not dare
To question any answers pat.
Just try it and with us you’ll share
The chaos which ensues from that.

We think we have a clue
We think we’re VIPs
We think we’ll be remembered
Or perhaps defeat disease.
We will live forever,
Take Outer Space by storm
If only we’ll all stay in line
And not upset the norm.


XperDunn - Sunday, May 18, 2008