{"sf1_id":587233,"sf2_id":"4nAbRKl1","title":"Funny Wasteland","author":"Care A Lot","words":240,"posted_at":"2013-09-08T14:33:00.000Z","tags":["No-Yiff","Other","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/587233-funny-wasteland","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nAbRKl1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/71/74/7174ab4d-7f8a-44c2-97f9-839b930981be","description":"Some new poetry :)","content":"The softest kiss you,\n\nthe gentlest rain,\n\na flap of comforter that flops over my shoulder twenty minutes later.\n\nThe choice to be quiet,\n\nthe resemblance of a shadow,\n\nand the angel blows a feather breeze across my tense skin.\n\nA tired day,\n\na weary night,\n\nraindrops.\n\nSlashed by a violent motorcycle engine.\n\nI am disturbed.\n\nThe fucking bastard, I think, and my serenity is now lost upon the existence of a violent motorcycle engine.\u0026nbsp; I'll break that bastard in half, I swear.\u0026nbsp;\n\nMankind's creations are evil, evil indeed; evil, and noisy.\u0026nbsp; They produce progress, and destruction.\u0026nbsp;\n\nGod's produce harmony, and serenitiy.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI throw the flap over my ear again, and pray for the bastard to stop what he is doing.\n\nHe does not.\n\nA tired day,\n\na weary night,\n\na drugged monster.\n\nThe choice to be quiet,\n\nshattered.\n\nThe gentlest rain,\n\nshit upon.\n\nBut, alas to the mad motorcyclist, what do I hear?\u0026nbsp;\n\nA drowning flood of storm!\u0026nbsp; Oceans of rain, and heavy peals of thunder come from seeming \"nowhere\",\n\nand now the engines are gone, with their gnashings of teeth, and petty flatulences.\n\nI howl, and laugh, for I know that I would much rather frolic in God's flood rather than be subjected to man's renegade sounds of misbehavior.\u0026nbsp;\n\nStill howling, I pull the flap furthermore over my head, and drift to sleep for a while.\n\nGoodbye, motorcycle engine man!\u0026nbsp; Goodbye, for now, anyways.\u0026nbsp;\n\nGod is so good.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}