The Book of Rigid


When self righteous
holier than thou types
descend from the mountain
with their chiseled truths
and moral imperatives

take a crowbar
to their closed minds
and remind them
that all unbending
absolute
stone monuments
to stubborn dogma
erode over time

As they will preach
with clenched teeth

that old time gospel
from the dusty books
printed by Gutenberg
centuries before

So very time insensitive
to the swirling
behavioral vagaries
of the text age

Adapt or die

Why don’t dinosaurs ever listen?

empty church

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One response to “The Book of Rigid”

  1. syl65 says :

    Tour-de-force!

    Liked by 1 person

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