Cut Out Your Cruel Comedy Poem by John Sensele

Don't mock death
Reciting ridicule when I'm gone
Pretending to favour flavours of faith
In your travesty tone.

Don't goad God
Into meting out justice
When your travesty toad
Smacks of intransigence injustice.

Don't rejoice when I cry
For justice and a genuine jamboree
Free of the ludicrous lie
You spread for free under your temptation tree.

Don't pretend I matter to you
If you give is pain
That fogs my cadaver anew
Lumbering me with more stringent strain.