Heretic Poem by John Parsons

They hunt and stalk me down.
I'm a Heretic, you see; I question everything.
The Trinune Beast hates me, I leave Ignorance Town
But It still follows me, I fling
A stone, but it prowls. It knows I hate
Greed, War and Deception, its components.
My attacks on It are first-rate.
I can shoot a bullet into It for only fifty pence.

I wheatpaste a poster, it counteracts
All of It's deceit, advocating slaughter, slaughter, slaughter, slaughter
Just to run an army of cars and trucks. With Ice Packs,
I cool the Lysteria called Hysteria, it shouldn't reoccur.
I know I am not alone in my Peace Crusade. It and she
Have no chance. So who wants to help me?

(2 June 2008)
(Hurst, Texas)