The Voice of Reason
Doctor of Thinkology
I spent the last two hours of my life polishing this little jewel - and I hope you find it worth your while:
It's two o'clock in the morning, on what was a Friday night,
And I'm arguing with some moron that just can't see the light.
He's telling me he's righteous, and claims to know God's mind,
While I repeat my point and try to show him that he's blind.
Agnostics are playing word games - while the Theists quote from John,
It's three AM, I'm bleary eyed, as the debates go raging on.
The priests prepare the sacraments the Catholics will soon receive,
As the Buddhists spread their Karma that the Atheists don't believe.
My swollen mind is spinning now, as it approaches four o'clock,
This foolish moron, I conclude, could use electro-shock.
I come back from the kitchen had to quell a hunger pang,
With snack in hand I marvel, at the Taoists' Yin and Yang.
The Christians and the UU's spar, saying the other has no clue,
I think I'm making headway as I spread my point of view!
It's five o'clock - the debate has turned - fundamentalism is the topic,
These nonbelievers could all be saved, if they weren't so damned myopic.
It's six o'clock in the morning and I've been typing through the night,
And the moron with no logic - has convinced me that HE'S right.
I'd never have believed it - that I might be mistaken -
Damned if I'll admit it though, my faith has not been shaken!
The sun is rising now, and I've argued all night long,
With well intentioned people that can't admit their wrong.
But through it all, no matter what, I will enjoy the season,
And wish you all the best of times
From The Voice of Reason
With Love and Respect,
TVOR
The Religious Forums Blues
It's two o'clock in the morning, on what was a Friday night,
And I'm arguing with some moron that just can't see the light.
He's telling me he's righteous, and claims to know God's mind,
While I repeat my point and try to show him that he's blind.
Agnostics are playing word games - while the Theists quote from John,
It's three AM, I'm bleary eyed, as the debates go raging on.
The priests prepare the sacraments the Catholics will soon receive,
As the Buddhists spread their Karma that the Atheists don't believe.
My swollen mind is spinning now, as it approaches four o'clock,
This foolish moron, I conclude, could use electro-shock.
I come back from the kitchen had to quell a hunger pang,
With snack in hand I marvel, at the Taoists' Yin and Yang.
The Christians and the UU's spar, saying the other has no clue,
I think I'm making headway as I spread my point of view!
It's five o'clock - the debate has turned - fundamentalism is the topic,
These nonbelievers could all be saved, if they weren't so damned myopic.
It's six o'clock in the morning and I've been typing through the night,
And the moron with no logic - has convinced me that HE'S right.
I'd never have believed it - that I might be mistaken -
Damned if I'll admit it though, my faith has not been shaken!
The sun is rising now, and I've argued all night long,
With well intentioned people that can't admit their wrong.
But through it all, no matter what, I will enjoy the season,
And wish you all the best of times
From The Voice of Reason
With Love and Respect,
TVOR