HONESTY...My Kinda Religion


It's nice to tether bonds to those
with backbone and some morals
Compelled to tell in truthful words
not wrap it up in florals

I liken self to those who laugh
with honesty and humour
Alas we've found corruptive seed
that's brewing like a tumour

An evil weed that sprouts and shouts
to those, below, before him
Requires no polish 'pparently
yet wants us to adore Him

And if we don't he'll drop kick us
dismissive yet obtrusive
Revenge reviews are wearing thin
validity elusive

Which don't sit well with some of us
we're here for honest writing
And honest praise when it is due
and DUE to what's delighting

But...LOOK

It IS the job in bringing up
critique when you're reviewing
Though with the right amount of tact
respect the job you're doing

Well...

I've exercised a mound of tact
the most I'll fucking muster
But DON'T you tell me how to read
and rate your poems BUSTER!

I have the brains to comprehend
and finish every sentence
My point of view is NOT a sin
so I won't ask repentence

With no religion to my name
I'll say as I'm upstanding
"Do unto others as they've done..."
A simple understanding

We authors here have equal rights
to post just what we're feeling
But touting words like Lord Supreme
can leave your readers reeling

I'm just a gal who likes good verse
yet NOT against religion
But if you post, let ME decide
on how I'll voice opinion

Yes, you may trill from highest peak
as though your language golden
Well sorry pal, that water's sour -
Divine? Nope, that ain't holdin'

I have no cult, extremist views
just poetry in motion
No member bucks to prop me up
in full-front-page-promotion

Vernacular as rough as guts
But I'm not one to worry
'Cos there are plenty on my boat
that WON'T jump in a hurry

I just rely on what I write
might be of basic merit
Not stink FS with my BS
expecting ALL to wear it

The front page here, for all to see
to mock, critique and savour
It soon becomes apparent who's
for rank, or who's for flavour

Hey...

Your words won't mean a single thing
while talent's not abundant
And member bucks I'll grab with glee
in truth, till you're redundant!

(C)