by A.S.A. Jones

A humorous, poetic look at the irony of self-righteousness.

Why not a Christian? I could never be!

Those damn Christians use profanity.

I hate Christians with my entire soul, because hate filled intolerance is their only goal.

Why not a Christian?

They are stupid, can't you tell? They don't read, they can't spell, we should inkarsarate them in a cell!

Christians make poor husbands; they cheat and they tell lies. How do I know this? I've slept with their wives.

I'm so happy I'm not a Christian! 

I'm no hypocrite!

No God, no sin, no wrong, no regret.

I have faults of my own? Is that what I heard you say?

Well! I may have some *issues*, but I'm not half as bad as they!

Who are you to judge me? Who, to criticize?

You're  a judgmental Christian, whom I despise.

I would love to continue, but I must say good bye - 

I have much more to say, but there's something stinging in my eye.

I can't see what it is, in order to give it a yank.

When I turn to the mirror,

my view's obstructed by a plank!

But I'm so happy to not be Christian!

I won't be a hypocrite!

No high standard from which to fall;

No ambition, no ideal, no regret.

THE PARADOX OF BIBLICAL JABBERWOCKY
by
A.S.A. Jones

The sky was dark, the earth was bright,
Its green was all a gray.
It dawned on me that very night,
I must leave this world to stay.

No wood or bricks could my home make,
No fire could keep me warm,
The truth had been a grave mistake,
Its safety had brought harm.

The Son of Man, The Son of God,
By chance, there was a plan.
What made sense was very odd,
That God should be a man.

I found my life in dying, then,
My weakness made me strong.
Self-hatred let me love again,
Set apart, I now belong.

For Christian Poetry that's a whole lot better than the poetry of A.S.A. Jones, check out Tom Graffagnino's site:

http://www.withoutexcusecreations.com