Interesting poem. To which I add:
Well Rev., it appears that normal being
Is out of the range of those you're seeing.
Perhaps, its the range of existance
That makes for the presistance
Of those unlucky louts
That no one cares about.
Not everyone's of the same mold
Even if that's what 'Society's' told
Deviant behaviour is what they're trying to stamp out
So that there will be no doubt.
Put everyone in the same cage
Then there will be no rage,
Just vacant stares and ready acceptance
Of the daily dose of drug induced presistance.
Laying on of the hands
Was once the way in all lands,
Now it's easier to go
To the pharmacy glow.
And prescibe that special dose
Of correction, I suppose.
That can easy the pain
So all can sing the refrain
Of political correctness
As the id gives way to unconciousness.
And all become immured
With the trance to be indured
Until one bright and sunny day
When Religion once again comes this way
And teaches that God intended
For man's search to be never-ended
Deviant behavior is what it's all about
'Praise the Lord, ' we all should shout!
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Interesting poem. To which I add: Well Rev., it appears that normal being Is out of the range of those you're seeing. Perhaps, its the range of existance That makes for the presistance Of those unlucky louts That no one cares about. Not everyone's of the same mold Even if that's what 'Society's' told Deviant behaviour is what they're trying to stamp out So that there will be no doubt. Put everyone in the same cage Then there will be no rage, Just vacant stares and ready acceptance Of the daily dose of drug induced presistance. Laying on of the hands Was once the way in all lands, Now it's easier to go To the pharmacy glow. And prescibe that special dose Of correction, I suppose. That can easy the pain So all can sing the refrain Of political correctness As the id gives way to unconciousness. And all become immured With the trance to be indured Until one bright and sunny day When Religion once again comes this way And teaches that God intended For man's search to be never-ended Deviant behavior is what it's all about 'Praise the Lord, ' we all should shout!