The Skeptic
He taught doubt in the classroom,
’Cause doubts were in his head.
A bitter lonely geezer
Who complained and swore in bed.
He’d say, “Now Pascal’s wager
Ain’t worth the poker chips.
It’s bussin’ misers’ tables
Knowin’ bastards leave no tips.
It’s sayin’ friends are faithful,
But seein’ that their fake.
It’s actin’ like you’re sleepin’
When you’re fuckin’ wide awake.”
And often he would sit and drink,
Or drink and sit and sigh.
And no one knew the skeptic
Tried, but simply couldn’t cry.
The day they said, “We’ve lost him,”
His ironic eyes went dim.
Can’t wait to meet the Holy One
And share my doubts with Him.
Love this one!
Sceptics, the lot of them! Well done, Daniel.