A couple of years ago there was a public demand for something from me. Okay, okay, I was being baited. They said, you pick on other people’s gods (at that time it was Jesus), would you dare write anything on your prophet?
Everyone knows I don’t like to argue (cut out that grin) so I did not say the prophet is not god. Everyone also knows how I like doing things for people, right? So this was the po’m I wrote…
Hey Mo, won`t you smile for me
And change my river into a sea?
I don`t want your desert
I don`t want your camel
I don`t want dates dropping with glee.
Tell them it isn't so weird
Only because I like beards
I don`t even know what you look like
Yet they ask me to go take a hike
Like a fool I ask for a raise
They say I don`t deserve any praise
Only `coz I didn't tell you to
Let your jaws break.
So, hey Mo, won`t you smile for me?
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Most religions tell us to fear god; when I was young I was told not to fear god but to love god. It is another matter that my heart fluttered for other things. My excuse, if I needed any, was that if god created all things it might include hormones as well.