The Converted

How is it that those

Who are converted

From what they

Believed before

Want to cram

Down your throat

What they question

No more

Does not matter

What it is

Like something as

Simple as cigarettes

Now that they have quit

You have to, too

Or if they accept a

Religious dogma

That you must

Convert soon

When whatever

Was your story

It was just dandy

And hunky-dory

Add into that mix

A little drink

Soon, you will hear

What they do think

When they drank more

Then you ever could

Will now say abstinence

Is for your own good

Or now, one believes

That the earth is flat

Can only warily prove

It is a fact that it is that

Though all evidence

Is to the contrary

They’ll dig in deep

Which is really scary

One more to finish this

When “their” politician

Speaks the truth as it is

When in reality

It is only his

Whereas if he had

A Pinocchio nose

It could not be measured

As it grows and grows




It reminds me of that

Richard Bach quote

Who at one point

So cleverly wrote

And that some of the

Converted ought to delve

“We teach best what we

Need to learn most ourselves”





“All of that
Which has reality
Has no basis
In reality, “

– Angelo Devlin