When I was a wee chile, tryin’ to survive in Fremont CA, Mother dragged me to theater, to screen “The Greatest Story Ever Told.”
I was NOT properly impressed.
Fu*k u Mom! Just Kiddin’!! I LOVED My Mother–Very Dearly–And As Previously Reported: My Mother Was The Original ‘Hippy-Chick’– She called herself a “Christian” But In Reality, She was an Atheist. Precisely why I Loved my Mother; I was an atheist, since I was first born, or hatched, Your choice.
The Greatest Story Ever Told (If told at Woodstock)
I Was Endeavoring to Take-A-Much-Needed Nap But, Oh Hell No! They Would Not, Or Could Not… Be Sated. So, What Did This Cowboy Do? Decided To Fu*K Wid Dem!
Yet, I Aswered their Much needed / Heeded Call–Might Have Been a Damsel-in-Distress–For All I Knew…
Oh, Hell No!
Just two Morons!
“Oh Lord, Please Forgive Them—For They Know Not What They Do, Nor Who They Were Fukken With”
And of course I was Respectful–I am NOT a Complete Moron! Had They Been Mormons From Utah, I would have introduced them to the under-side of my boots, but these were Texans, and being same, deserved some semblance of my respect. I invited them in…
I AM Only a Half-Way Moron.
And Let Me ‘En-Lighten Y’all:
Neither One Looked Even Remotely Like Emmy Lou.
If’n They Had,
Things May have Gone Off Some-What Smoother for Them…
I DID Try To Explain to These Two Idiots How Much I Respected Folks of Faith.
But I am an Atheist.
“Forever how long?” One inquired.
“Ever since I learned to read,” I responded.
Our ‘Conversation’ kinda went South after that.
There’s a Hallelujah on The Lips Of All Good Dyin’ Men
“Heaven is a Honky-Tonk”
My Relationship with ‘God’ is rather, shall we say, ‘Complicated’
Flew, Like One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Right Over Their Heads…