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Click hereNow as I lay me down to sleep,
I pray my God is not a creep.
I hope he's One lets my soul seep
Like oily water into deep
And turbid pools, in which I may
Cavort serenely—angel play.
But if no Heaven anyway,
No Devil neither: come what flay.
Then be I Slave to alcohol
Or Master, bondage sex and all
Those other sorts of kinks, so-called.
If there's no God, I cannot Fall.
So which would I have rather be?
God's Heaven or Felicity?
Mere earthly pleasures, possibly,
Since here and now is where is Me.
Pascal has counseled us to bet
On God and Heaven. I think yet
That I'll keep on with booze and sex—
No guessing then what Good I'll get.
If this seems quite immoral, well,
God needs to make a better sell.
Show me the glory! Don't just tell
How if I'm bad I'm bound for Hell.
Bill Blake, who's dead now, by and by,
Once wrote a poem about a fly,
A simple, subtle poem, but sly,
In which he gave his reason why
The fly was happy, live or dead.
(A wormy rose, though, sick yet red.)
At least that's what I think he said.
His poems are difficult when read.
Do I trust Blake more than my God?
If so, I'd be a simple clod,
Though literate, perhaps a snob
In a beret. Through poems I'd plod
In search of Truth and swell good lines
With which to charm girls to be mine
For just the little bit of time
I'd need to taste of their Divine.
I know. I said I'm off to sleep,
Then went on logorrheically.
Go read some Blake. Do not read me.
I'm finally spent and must now zzzzzzzz....
I remember Pascall dubious theological bet, I remember thinking: Huh? I can believe more in a guy making me soon a millionaire if I just send him some money ... Some believer... But I am not not as romantic as to drool over the natural happy simple life of s fly or a rose either ... So I guess we connect over booze, insomnia and the fantasy of at least catching some good pickup lines!
who in the hell recommended this? who in the hell zapped it?
Well Done. More fun, less angst. Like oily water into deep/
And turbid pools/ BTW excellent trans stanza enjambment. Indolence ROCKS!
What a smashing way to start the day. A smile but then there's something buried in there makes me wonder if it's not hurting anyone .. why not?!! Well done and thankyou
It has a simple rhyme scheme and isn't trying to portray itself as "great" poetry, but it's funny and clever. Sometimes that's just right. :)
Your poem is recommended in the New Poems review thread on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum. Thanks for the read! :-)
Angeline