Something To Write Home About (If Only I Had A Home) Poem by Michael Fischer

I address this letter
To both God and Satan;
That is, if you're not one person!

Finally, I get it...
I get your sick, cruel joke;
Life...ha, good one!

Freewill is but a twist;
Hiding in its shadows
is your fatalism!
Love is not eternal;
A trap door lies beneath
our footprints in the sand!

As the sun closes in,
it shows its true make up;
A giant ball of gas!
But when it goes missing,
we're reduced to animals,
dying in broken glass!

And speaking of dying,
about these mixed signals
concerning afterlife,
you give us a puzzle
and different personas;
But no signs or helplines? !

But despite your hatred,
I love you anyways;
Or at least I'm told to!

Sincerely yours,

104,798,992,347

My name's not important;
I'm only a number!
Thanks again for your grace!