I was going to post a poem
about the evils of the world
and how the whole world was against
us
except for the parts of the world
that didn't make a difference
but then i did dishes for an hour
and saw that a friendly snag was
online
and showed him shaar hayichud v'haemuna
and told him the nice wake-up apikores vort
and he's really inspired
and suddenly all is well with the
world
and i realized one thing
I'm still a chassid
I still care
and that makes me really happy
because even though the world outside
has brains the size of a small pea
and the emotional quotient equivalent
to that of a relatively small
fly
I still know that the right things
can make me go to bed happy
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TRS does dishes???
Constantly
According to Cheerio, this would be a poem of sorts. My, my, my...
Mine poetry you do not like? For shame!
The shame is yours for jumping to coclusions, for I rather like this peice.
Oh. Well, good.
Yeah, that's how it is. Religion is like a security blanket. When you had a tough day at the park, and the big kids threw sand in your eyes, you come home and see your old blankie, and everything is good again.
e.'s feeling a little negative, huh?
sarabonne is right - i would - and do - call this poetry. and pretty decent, too.
good balance of personal detail to make it relatable and a discovery and a message to make it meaningful.
not negative. realistic. security blankets are cool. My nephew's brings such joy to the little tike's life...
Contentment can produce delightful poems.
J
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