D-I Gave You a Whole Half Hour and Now I Must Do It

HER ZEAL IS REAL BUT BIG F*****G DEAL There sits she With piousness as her pen While if you ask me He said “seven times seventy” not but ten Timothy said when you have a banquet invite the lame And to this lady I say “there are none so blind” Whilst this woman is running out of people and things to blame As she grows ever more enraged and ever more un-kind Her attitude belies the fact that something is wrong And her writings are born of anger at best Although she won’t admit it the lady can’t find a place to belong While she verbally vomits that which another has confessed Everyone is entitled to be zealous and pray But I say most wars are to decipher who’s god is stronger This one’s god runs twenty-five miles a day While the other does nothing except allow the war to go on longer So she sits there professing the politically correct way to pray While I kneel at the alter of deception, injustice and inquisitions Hers are not my gods with enemies to slay While the lady rises off the chair to resume her holy missions © 2011.….Phreepoetree (~free~ to my friends I. E. you!) THOSE WHO MATTER, CARE THOSE WHO DON'T CARE, DON'T MATTER (just a short sidebar)