It’s official – I’m an alien! Though I appreciate all of the love my earthly family has shown me over the years, it’s become apparent that I was most likely pulled from the wreckage of some wayward space craft. I clearly remember being teased in grade school about my unusually large head, and the prominent ears probably should have tipped me off too. I used to think that I was a pretty average guy, but now I see that I’m not of this world. I’ve tried to adapt to my surroundings, but increasingly this atmosphere is becoming toxic to my system. It’s obvious that this planet has very different ideas about what is acceptable, entertaining, inspiring, virtuous, funny, heroic, liberating, and fulfilling. While I understand that calling anything “wrong” gets you labeled as a “hater”, it all seems counterintuitive anymore. I realize that I will one day return to the world from which I came, and until then, I’ll try to be a good ambassador. After all, there may be some people down here who want to see that world too. I’ll do my best with whatever time I have left: but if I’m honest, I can’t wait to go home.
Archive for the ‘Satire’ Category
Post Modern Christianity
Posted in Commentaries, Free Verse / Poetry, Satire on October 19, 2010| 2 Comments »
I can profess that You are the way
Yet believe that there are many ways
I can profess that You are the truth
Yet believe that every man defines truth for himself
I can say that I am created in Your image
Yet also believe that I evolved from an ape
I can think of the Bible as Your word
Yet disregard the parts that no longer seem applicable
I can consider myself Your friend
Yet maintain my close friendship with the world
I can claim that You died for me
Yet never die to myself
I can think of you as my Savior
Yet never bow to You as my Lord
I can wear Your cross on a chain around my neck
Yet remain unwilling to take up a cross of my own
After all
God is love
This is a new millennium
and
I am a Post Modern Christian
Pageant Girl
Posted in Free Verse / Poetry, Heart of "The Father", Parenting / Family, Satire on March 17, 2010| 6 Comments »
Want you to know that I don’t blame you
You just wanted “the best” for me
You sacrificed so much to make me a winner
You deserved better
*
If I just could’ve stood a little straighter
If my hair wasn’t so stringy
*
All those cute little outfits
To you, sexy just meant playful
But playful meant something different to them
Anything you serve like an hors d’oeurve is bound to be devoured
*
If only I had been a better singer
If I just had fuller lips
*
I tried to smile for the camera
It’s what happened when the camera was off that made it hard
Thank God for makeup
The bruises & scars never showed
*
Maybe if I had been smarter
If I wasn’t so clumsy
*
You always said there was a price to pay
And I’ve tried hard to “live the dream”
Guess I must not have wanted it bad enough
You deserved better
*
If only I had been taller
If I wasn’t so flat-chested
*
Always in the court, but never the Queen
At nineteen, it’s already too late for me
The “1st Alternate” to the winner is still just a loser
Who could want me now?
*
If only I could have lost more weight
If my eyes weren’t so close together
*
I’m sorry for letting you down
For leaving the stage before the show is really over
I’m sorry about all of this blood on the floor
But as it weeps from my wrists, I feel strangely free
*
If only I could have been a daughter you could be proud of
Subliminal
Posted in Free Verse / Poetry, Satire on March 10, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Subliminal
It’s all very subtle isn’t it?
It seems more civilized that way
None of that messy confrontation
No harsh words
Nothing in writing
Everything between the lines
Like chasing a shadow
It makes them wonder if they’re losing their minds
It’s a little snare here & there
It’s a consideration withheld
Or maybe just a tone of voice
It’s the smallest thing you can get under their skin
It’s pretending not to know
And a willingness to use what you do know
It’s mental chess
And you get to be the pawn
It’s the most effective way to fight
It’s corrosion instead of attack
War is so much more destructive when it doesn’t make a sound
Hollow Mansion
Posted in Satire, Word Pictures on February 13, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Too many times the price of “having it all”, is everything that really matters.
*
My eyes flick open to the dim light of the pre-dawn morning
and my head throbs with the dull ache of the night before
There is a beautiful woman lying beside me
but I find myself straining to remember her name
When she wakes, I’ll have to pretend that last night meant something to me
but for now, I couldn’t be more alone
*
As I stare at the ornate ceiling of this massive room
I can see all the cracks along its edges
They not only speak of the sandy soil on which this estate was forged
they testify to the weak foundation of this new life that I have built
While everyone else’s eyes are naturally drawn to the beautiful gold trim
all I can see is the fractured façade
While they all seem to notice the extravagant furnishings in each room
I find myself focusing on the vast empty space created by every high ceiling
*
These thoughts take me back to the water stained ceiling of my childhood bedroom
and I find myself wondering whatever became of that little boy
I also remember lying awake in a little trailer, many years ago
wondering how I was going to support my young bride & our new baby
Back then, paying the bills was my greatest struggle
but now that those bills are more than covered, I’m struggling with the price that was paid
*
I’d trade everything I’ve gained to erase the hurt and confusion in my children’s faces
as I pulled our family apart on the way to making my own dreams come true
I’d give it all back for the woman who loved me
when I had nothing to offer other than a desire to share her life
I’d gladly forfeit the drafty halls of this hollow mansion
for the warmth of the place that I used to call home
I’ve finally figured out that its better to have one person who loves you for who you really are
than to have ten thousand who love the person they imagine you to be
*
Unfortunately, by the time I came to understand this, it was too late
As the raging waters of my desire had already swept away any moorings for a bridge back
So as the first rays of the sun begin to creep across the windows
I swallow a couple of painkillers to prepare for the day that lies ahead
And as the beautiful stranger lying next to me stirs from her sleep
I push my face into a smile and utter, “Good morning darling”
Homegrown
Posted in Commentaries, Free Verse / Poetry, Parenting / Family, Satire, Social / Political, tagged entitled, modern parenting, parenting, raising grandkids on September 12, 2012| 1 Comment »
There are a lot of philosophies out there about the best way to raise children, but I’ve noticed that the fruit of many of them isn’t particularly worthwhile. In that vein, I offer the following bit of satire.
Homegrown
I tried to give them all the things I never had
And now they feel entitled to everything they want
*
Anytime they were hungry, we’d run through the drive thru
And now they can’t seem to endure anything that’s not fast and easy
*
Whenever we went to the store, I’d get them a little something
And now they struggle with spending money that they don’t have
*
When they played sports, I made sure that everyone got the same trophy
And now they expect the same pay as the people who actually show up to work
*
I taught them that every person gets to decide what they accept as “the truth”
And now the only thing they seem to believe in is themselves
*
Every time they had a bad coach or teammate, I pulled them off the team
And now they refuse to work for or with anyone they don’t like
*
Anytime they struggled in a class, I’d storm the doors of the principal’s office
And now they blame everyone else for their problems
*
I taught them that freedom was their unalienable right
And now they feel like nobody can say anything when they’re wrong
*
I made sure that they didn’t have to work like I did
And now they’re not willing to work like they need to
*
I did everything for them
And now I’m raising their kids
*
I gave them every advantage
And I can’t understand how they turned out this way
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I wonder what’s going to happen if I ever need their help
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