Serving The Con Men [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

It used to sound right: the mind's a Cathedral,
the silence in my mind with just a monologue
delivered in different voices, only one speaker
changing tone and mien - made it seem true

Then someone said the body's not a holy relic
to be preserved, but a fun-fair ride on a merry-
go-round, fun to be enjoyed, it won't last long,
even if held sacred and revered; so then this

Sounds so much more logical, though having
hosted a cathedral-mind with doom & gloom,
striving for unattainable improvement leading
to despair, I wish to join the Vaudeville of Life

The preternatural silence in a cathedral-mind
is deadly; fatal judgment and rejection of one-
self, distrust of the life-impulse and the need
for happiness - I no longer subscribe to the

Creed that life is misery, a long walk back to
some perfect beginning in a high moral state
of goodness; today I believe the only goal of
life is to LIVE and ENJOY, not to hide from it

Being a ghastly human's depicted as a grave
sin by Religion & committing momentous sins
illustrate their point, judging people unlovable,
rejecting humanity as sinful vermin; religion is

A front for taking power & money from their
duped subjects - atoning for the temerity of
their existence - defiling the earth with their
sinful presence; a con-game for those who

Use this ruse to subject their fellow human
beings and live a life of ease on the backs
of superstitious masses who accept false
teaching for a promise of redemption and

Joy upon death, after serving the Con Men