These Crasy-Assed People Made Me Write This Song (or go bonkers)

[Rhondazvous]

Note: You guys know I'm a good girl, so I'm not being profane. I'm being precise. I've seen shit today and all I want to do is cuss, either that or scream.

A neighbor was telling me how she was hospitalized with CHF and how the Lord pulled her through. Maybe I'm being unfair. Maybe my acrimony is for naught and she hasn't even heard about what happened in Charleston. That's it. She doesn't know yet that the Lord doesn't give a fuck This kinda shit makes me want to write a song:

Cuss the Air

If there's a god
He doesn't give a fuck
Pierce Anthony was right
god's attention is stuck
In a narcissistic contemplation of himself

how can god have
All the knowledge and power
But none of the responsibility
All this praise and glory
Begins to turn sour
In the gospel of futility

Better to think
There is no god
Why waste time
Cussing at what's not there
We don't cuss god
No, we cuss the promises
And all things we were taught
That turned out to be nothing but hot air

We don't cuss god
We cuss the air
Cuss the air
Cuss the motherfucking
Cerebral sucking air

[Nope]

We don't cuss god
No, we cuss the promises
And all things we were taught
That turned out to be nothing but hot air

I like that. When I stopped being religious, this is what hurt the most, all those promises that I would see loved ones again. It is false hope to the desperate and vulnerable.

[popsthebuilder]

We all return to oneness eventually. You will see one another then. I am sorry for any loss you may have had.

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Kinda catchy though. I like it as a form of expression

[Salacious B. Crumb]

Thanks for sharing. Nice Job