Of course there is a God! His name is Jesu and the reason why your life is so crappy is that he's punishing you for being sinful and for being a Doubting-Thomas. I have a splendid life! I am wealthy and proud, e'ery night I dine excellently and I have many butlers. I am a Gentleman. You, Sir, are naughty!

i don't like the poem, but props for the subject matter

I like the poem. I'm not bitchy or rude like most of the people I have seen on this site. The poem could use a little work, which is why i didn't give you a higher score. I wrote poetry similar to this when I was starting out years ago, and even know, one or two of this style will slip out. Perhaps if you added some punctuation in the right places, it would help give the poem a bit more "kick", so to speak. Many poets use punctuation to signify pauses, breaks, and stops. Good job though, I enjoyed it.

Ur right most of the people on this site are jerks thanks for the helpful tips

A penny for your thoughts. I am "rude", "bitchy", and bloating on thoughtfulsouls,angels,whitmans,keats',beets',beaks',hoofs',soulfull cereal, tight-vanerial, poeties,horus' and lovelysouless angels-of-wit shit tourettes fit slit FUCK MY CANINE CUNT YOU GUTTLESS NAKED CHELO PLAYING heart longing loveletter toting and caged children that don't know what ye must do! Just do it, like your uncle sam taught you too. Write about "realizing" and "imaginiation" (which happens to be the longest word used in this stew besides "figment" and "nightmare", well shit, it's complicated and does a whole lot for me it's almost a profligacy. Well almost?

I sense a lot of inner anger. You can talk to me about how ur dad touch as a little
child i will understand it's not ur fault that he loves the feel of little boy's penis

Yes, you're right, god is a figment of your torn imagination. So is everything else. Take some serotonin re-uptake inhibitors. You'll feel loads better. Though they might interfere with your so- called talent.