State of Grace

                      State of Grace

To those who say they had a happy childhood

How I’d wish I could believe such nonsense

For some of us it’s like claiming life is so great

So wonderful, that is, filled with joy and fairness

Every single day since the dawn of history.

Oh how I admire the self-satisfied for it takes

Some especial talent to be a believable fool

How I admire them, those true believers

Who can lay claim to hopeless convictions

Adorned with sincere certainty and faith

Last, but not least there’s those who feel saved

Their jumpy little souls already with one foot

Inside of heaven. How sweet the thought

For those smiling angels coming from this abattoir

called earth soaked in blood up to their ankles