Goof poem

We need a nun invasion

Tall ghostly nuns with big eyes

Wearing steel plated combat boots

It is their time

This is their big year

The nuns are marching in

The white flags a flying high

On their heads are butterfly's

Their hands grab the napkins

Clutching for forgiveness

They have small hands

Hands to heal

They are ready.

Some nuts

What is one hour in the mind of death?

Crazy question perhaps 

And the Iliad was a wargasm

The greeks loved a good war

Good wars?

Now that is an interesting concept

For someone with a dumb ass mind

And can you really talk with someone 

Who thinks they are God

Can they ever clean up their heart?


They can

I am a believer

People can do amazing good

I'm sure.

The nightmare days are not laughing

They are growling 

Teeth like fangs

In those days like nights

No one ever showed me the true night

I never knew there could be light

I could have myself a money delight

In some big box mirage

Or some service hands

Only a real woman can

Take this mad land and make it right

I am tired of the days 

Tired of their nights

And we pretend it is fine

We lie

There is no such power

That can defy capitalism and 

Bad weather.