Doorknockers

© Copyright 2009 Craig Nelson

I ain't here to tell you nothin',
You ain't here to sell me more,
So, don't come knockin'
On my front door

With you proselytising,
Pontificating, puritanic crap,
'Cause I'll tell you what I think
And you won't like that.

We're not suffering today,
For some 'everafter' model,
You can stick that notion
Up your arse and twaddle.

Take all social chronicles,
Politics and religion,
Soothsayers, oracles,
If they're statues, I'm a pigeon.