I’m ugly.
The ugly kid.
I am the proof that
God’s humour lives.
I’m confined to the classroom
And the silver lining is the bass boom.
I’m ugly.
The ugly kid
With the pimply face -
at the corners of this paradox I live.
Distraught in thought and mind
Brought to life through God’s design.
I’m ugly
And I face an even uglier reality.
Where double-digits
Are the people of industrial faculties.
The thread of our Turin Shroud tangles
At the differences of our demons and angels.
It’s all ugly.
Both the chosens one
And constantine(s)
Use their religion as a loaded gun.
The world’s mentality has been so serious
I think we all need a good joke
How about we read the Bible or go to Church
Just like you Christian folk
Why don’t you speak in tongues
To show me the epitome of an idiot
Nothing sinks deeper in
Than a pasty-white, red-haired, left-handed
Canadian.
Here’s the joke.