a poem by David McLean


if they lied to us

if they lied to us even more
than any mother could,

nothing would be different.
we would despise them as much

as dead men could, but still
would buy their products

like immortality and heaven,
or at least the disadvantages

of belief, like not living enough, now,
while we can, and being gullible

idiots. too few of us say take your soul
and blow it out your ass, preacher,

this is because of cowardice, mostly,
not being woman or man enough

to know you are dead forever
but still, just this minute,

live and love
and find it good

© David McLean

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