'' For A Very Long Nap '' Poem by Bri Mar

I'm bloody raging,
About this ageing,
Why do we need to grow old?
The creator he is not into engaging,
My ailments just can't be controlled.

His saying no,
Really does show,
His aim is to cause everything strife,
The reward for allowing our wrinkles to grow,
He'll grant you eternal life.

It does make you weep,
That Heaven you'll reap,
But only if you meet his demands,
His commandments you must promise to keep,
Otherwise it's out of his hands.

I'm certainly not faking,
My whole body is aching,
Does he know what it is to feel pain?
The good life I've led he is forsaking,
Religion just drives me insane.

When I'm invited,
To be indicted,
For this I will not hold my breath,
I can guarantee I will not get excited,
Very few of us want to meet death.

Beg steal or borrow,
Happiness for sorrow,
Your life you must try to enhance,
Remember there may not be a tomorrow,
In life you get but one chance.

It's not a good deal,
Think how you'll feel,
When you discover the whole concept is crap,
I take that back you won't know if it's real,
Be prepared,

‘‘ For A Very Long Nap ‘'