I spend so much time wondering,
as days slip quickly by.
Trying to make sense of life,
before the big goodbye.
I saw a headline recently,
stating “Experts Disagree.”
Hasn’t anybody realized
that such a thing can’t be?
Then the title of a book
for sale at higher cost.
“Finding God,” was its purport;
no one told me he was lost.
Orbiting around, continuing on,
such errors are quite abundant.
Free gifts securely in my hand;
life seems so redundant.
I cannot say that I exist,
while science wants proof of God.
Two picture IDs I suppose
would thwart the charge of fraud.
Pi R Squared for circle’s area;
the reasoning seems sound.
Though why do fools persist with this?
I’m certain Pi are round.
Guess I’ll check into the home—
join those without a prayer.
Perhaps you’d care to come along,
if you’re not already there.
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