By Mike Johnson
I was born a bit too soon,
At the very end of May,
Came out early on Friday noon,
Couldn’t wait for Saturday.
World had three billion souls,
But only 800 in my Northwoods town,
I needed that due to my social holes,
A place too peoplely pulls me down.
Thirty-five hundred Saturdays later,
I’m as free as I dreamed to be,
Outwardly passive but an inner dictator,
I studied achievers and forced the highest me.
I learned discernment early,
When they shot JFK stone dead,
I doubted their narrative sincerely,
Self-research exploded truth inside my head.
If they lied about that,
What else was make believe?
Six seconds in Dallas begat,
A contrarian too young to grieve.
It turns out that all they teach is lies,
From where we live to who we are,
Everything presented is just disguise,
God’s perfection hidden by the bizarre.
How so few can hurt so many,
The injustice it deeply burns,
From the melting value of every penny,
To wars returning soldiers home in urns.
I’m ashamed it took me sixty years,
To realize what the bible knew,
It’s the devil causing all these tears,
Our only escape is by spiritual coup.
Earth is a dream, soul is forever,
Bodies come and go, character lasts,
Connection to God you cannot sever,
All are one, in his image we are cast.
So you’ve already won the game,
You just have to remember,
You’re divinely God’s, the devil is lame,
Every day is Saturday, use it to fan your ember.
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