# Funny Wasteland

Author: Care A Lot
Tags: No-Yiff, Other, Poetry

Some new poetry :)

The softest kiss you,

the gentlest rain,

a flap of comforter that flops over my shoulder twenty minutes later.

The choice to be quiet,

the resemblance of a shadow,

and the angel blows a feather breeze across my tense skin.

A tired day,

a weary night,

raindrops.

Slashed by a violent motorcycle engine.

I am disturbed.

The fucking bastard, I think, and my serenity is now lost upon the existence of a violent motorcycle engine.  I'll break that bastard in half, I swear. 

Mankind's creations are evil, evil indeed; evil, and noisy.  They produce progress, and destruction. 

God's produce harmony, and serenitiy. 

I throw the flap over my ear again, and pray for the bastard to stop what he is doing.

He does not.

A tired day,

a weary night,

a drugged monster.

The choice to be quiet,

shattered.

The gentlest rain,

shit upon.

But, alas to the mad motorcyclist, what do I hear? 

A drowning flood of storm!  Oceans of rain, and heavy peals of thunder come from seeming "nowhere",

and now the engines are gone, with their gnashings of teeth, and petty flatulences.

I 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. 

Still howling, I pull the flap furthermore over my head, and drift to sleep for a while.

Goodbye, motorcycle engine man!  Goodbye, for now, anyways. 

God is so good.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/4nAbRKl1