Beware when all men speak well of you!
You haven’t really lived “your best life now”
Until you’ve had a few drinks thrown in your face!
You think you’re really livin’,
Sittin’ there astraddle that fence,
Politically correct, religiously protecting
All those gold stars you have
For seventeen hundred and ninety-two consecutive days
Without an accident, or offending anyone.
Better watch out!
If you get any more lukewarm,
Even your own personal god
May spew you out of his mouth.
Oh! Yes! Friend!
Please!
Get white hot with life!
Or indigo frozen with freezer burn!
Today’s Gomorrah
is living zombie dead,
Spayed AND neutered by Bob Barker’s Laodiceans,
Sans stains on the tighty-whiteys.
Come out from under the vault and live!
Get out of the line of those waiting for the surgery!
Live, love, laugh, and speak your mind, friend,
And pray that someday
At your coronation,
Someone will christen you, too,
With a drink thrown in your face!
-jenn long
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