IS THERE A DEMON IN MY HEAD
We're are the sands running tooAre they running to the past
Because in our future the die is cast,
Or because it knows our planet cannot last.
Are we written about in the tapestry of life,
Are our threads always cut by he that holds the knife.
Life itself is paper thin to live or die which is the sin,
All the while I wonder why the world is in a spin.
All this I ponder about and more,
Will we end up in heaven.
Or upon a golden shore, As l
wonder what is this life really for.
You know I've heard outside my dreams,
In space no one can hear you scream.
Don't wish to upset the apple cart,
Is it the same in space when you fart ?
Or would God just say,
"Jesus what's that smell was that
you that killed a ferret?"
As Jesus replies with tears in his eyes;
That old proverb. " He who smelt it, delt it.
While the devil hysterically laughs.
Enough said,
About the demons in my head,
Think it's time for bed; Goodnight.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-01-26 at 01:19
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