Church attendance drops and with less people saying their prayers on a Sunday but cramming into a theme park for their instant gratification; their phones become their bibles and Instagram, Facebook, Tumblir and multiple other sites make up the books of their virtual bible.
So all he could do to retaliate
Was mock and imitate me in the subtext
Of his pointed posts
So I disagree with a friend
And It drives me round the bend,
It’s a friendship I can’t mend
So this fight will never end.
Not for me,
To the norm,
Or meeting other people’s
The schools were a sham. I panicked. Looking down at the sidewalk.
Waiting to be bitten by a venomous reptile.
They became my neighbors. They withheld their poison until my back was turned.
My little friend pops up from time to time for a nibble.
He has no name. He just sits there and focuses on the job at hand.
I get a knot
In the pit of my stomach
When I become afraid
So the Mr Men books are sexist now. Some people have too much time on their hands. Leave the Mr Men books alone. Getting ridiculous.