Uncouth, Disrespectful, Uncalled for.

Once upon a time,
Or was it "in the beginning?"
One can never really be sure...
Things came fluttering & flashing,
Into existence.
Though I walk through the valley of,
The shadow of death,
I fear only my curiosity,
For flying monkeys really do-
Add some perspective.
And I study the great works,
Merely to contradict them,
Then, in turn, to whisk my mind,
To other corners of the world.
Verily, I say unto thee,
Walk a path of righteousness,
Or eat chocolate and cakes,
For they are much sweeter,
Than guilty do-goods.
I believe I would be off to 'Hell,'
If I felt it was more than just...
An orb of hear-say,
Concocted by old men,
With fear in their hearts.
If it were true, it would be,
Quite overrun, I imagine,
By the ever- wagging tongues,
Of matriarchs.

(c) CS