The Profound Blog

So....i've officially decided that my poems (that are present here) are not only made-up on the spot but also not very good. But i'm okay with that. So here goes another meaningless poem that probably will have you wondering why you sat and read that whole thing while you could have been watching the fishing re-runs (there's really people that tape them. no joke).

Dr Awkward
So here I'm going to go once again
With more blog-blah...for a space "filler-in"
But, I'm hoping that something profound
Will jump into my head on the next go-around
Well here's the next round and to tell you the truth
I got nothing exciting, my thoughts are aloof
But...perhaps...if I stuggle on
I'll catch me a thought( hopefully before dawn)
Well there is this one thing that I'll tell you about
That has grown so close that I can't live without
Now I must ask myself 'would it be a sin?'
If it were not God that I spoke of just then?
Surely it is the truth that through God I love her
The image of perfection that makes my heart go astir
Perfection through perfection. What more could I want?
Yet by dark images I've been constantly taunt
Though jealous and greedy may be on my list
They do not make-up the main part of my cyst
It would mainly be lust (that abominable thing)
Why can't it leave me alone or find some other fling?
It's abnormal power over guys is insane
and too easily pierces the 'Jesus' membrane
My old fake-faith could not prevent
the awful deeds of which I repent
these deeds though not actions i'll always regret
but now is not the proper time to fret
Actually there is no proper time for that
As our Faith in our Lord should beat all worries flat
So be strong in your faith and don't do as I did
For Satan doesn't care if you're just an innocent kid.

Well what do you know...something profound after all.
Well until next time...
"THAT'S ALL FOLKS"