Are there fish in the ocean, or is the moon your notion?: A poem  

(I’ll fuck you all hypocrites for eternity for your misbegotten, misdirected devotion) 

I never have been a fisherman, 

I never, on fish, did feast 

But I do know that the blame was turned around 

And hell was made the beast! 

And you can see the bite of fish 

was made two millennia’s niche! 

How could you think the world got rich 

when poor truth got ignominy? What kitsch! 

And would you reckon the devious moon 

can delight your forks and spoons?  

Allah thinks his dust can be our boon 

Have you listened to the mullah’s vicious tune? 

I am certain that between one and the other goon 

we have such a rabid destiny be our doom 

The lunatics may all very well croon 

that the mightiest leaders are inspired by the crab’s rune.