Damn puritans..

Here's a prose-y poem about how much i hate the puritans. I'm reading Wigglesworth's "The Day of Doom," which is really just the cherry on top of all of the irritating Puritan-related shit I've been doing in a lot of my classes. I'm just getting really irritated. I know I don't have a shred of puritan-ness in my body, but it just makes me really hate my entire race, probably humans in general. If you use religion to justify anything, you can use it to justify everything. It's just scary.

But anyway, here's a poem because I'm really really procrastinating tonight. It needs either edited or scrapped all together, but I don't have time to edit, and I think it has a couple good lines, so anyway, here it is:

If I could go back, to the ships, Plymouth and the like
to shake those damn puritans
till god bled out their ears
onto dirty ship decks.

I would.

I would
stick their noses in it,
say here,
here, you've done wrong.

You will push tan skin and dark hair over mountains,
kill them in droves. You will push black skin till tired tobacco,
cotton bodies leak red fluid on your boots.
You will do evil you cannot imagine.
You will spread your god disease like small pox,
You will make people in the next millennium feel guilty
for a whip they never cracked.

And for what?
money--no
god. The blindfold.
The shoe polish on a spurred boot.




I think I want to follow a writing prompt where I make myself write two-minute poems all the time and see where it gets me. All this academic writing for my classes is starting to get me down.


edit: I posted a status on Facebook saying "puritans are such downers." A girl in my class and I both commented on it, and about how over the religious shit we were.... then my aunt, in true ironic fashion says:

"Well God Bless you girls and I hope he helps you through your class."

Stranger than fiction. Seriously. I would be irritated if it wasn't so funny in context.