before this next poem, let me warn you- for the easily offended, this is not the most pleasing tribute. nor is it really even politically correct, nor would i want it to be. you see, this next poem comes at you from my perspective. which is not at all christian. (for my real ideology, read some other psts, or wait till i blog about it later). so here we go.
Flip-flops are Jesus reincarnate-
They serve the world (a good cause)
and are punished with the sin of
STINKY feet.
Sacrificing themselves, they
tolerate holes in their soles,
lashings and bindings.
Eternally absolved of our sins are we,
these flip-flop wearers, these
purpetrators of thongs.
Taboo and banished from the workplace, we hide them in our closet, much like
early christian cubiculae in catacombs dusty,
waiting for the day Emperor Constantine,
(renamed Vogue and Cosmo)
deem it worthy to wear our
Jesus in the summer sun-
as a sign of our faith.
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oh irreverent irony, how i do love thee.
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and now we wait. care to comment, anyone?
I didn't think it was bad nor offensive. Good job!
That certainly cheered up my morning.
well, good. this just means i'm not being nearly provacative enough.