Dear fellow reader
I hope you are no believer
Of the words I put on this paper
Because if you are, I feel bad for your creator

There are no subliminals here
Just cheap ink thrills
Maybe a piece of mind, if you are that ill

Because this is a story about no sense
Meat Balls and getting bent
St. Patrick
And Dracula

Whom I met at an NA meeting
He cried “I am so tired of feeding!
Feeding on what I pondered?
So I decided to follow him wander

He led me all thru the city
He had friends in all corners of the griddy
I watched him suck the blood of the innocent
Dine on Meat Balls like he wasn’t part of it

I watched him get wet
From a bag that had quite a scent
Dracula was a party animal
If I may say so myself

And this is where the story gets abstract
And it all becomes a little of out whack
Because the sound of the wind
Is tearing down the walls of sin

Because God is now here
And he is here to set fear
For the west has broken his heart
And now he is going to tear it apart

He’ll make us an example for the East
Shine his light down and make them complete
So listen child when I tell you to repent
Because the worst is far from here yet

He’ll make us victims of Dracula
Cooked well done under the holy Spatula
No wood steak could ever save us
No morning sunlight or gun blast

Trust me when I tell you I am well aware
Of mans sinister love affair
So repent, repent, repent
Instead of getting bent

Look at this like a Picasso
Think long and hard about this fiasco
And maybe you’ll learn something
Learn Learn Learn about nothing

Nothing to something yes that’s what its about
Something to nothing that’s what you’ll shout
Nothing to nothing is your destiny
Something to something is hardly necessary

So reader if you are still with me
Take my faith and use it as a key
And just because this doesn’t make any sense
Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t repent

Because I’m here just filling empty space
While you take note of your disgrace
Its all in your head really
Because this whole poems made to be silly