Skeptical Notions and Ridiculous Labels

Skeptical Notions and Ridiculous Labels

I turn up my lip and give my best snarl,

a low growl in my throat escapes

as I observe the tide that’s rising

in the ridiculous and absurd.

I’m old and cranky, but I’m not blind.

I can see the world colliding

with its inevitable fate.

Not believing in it – fate that is;

it’s more the physical reality

of action- reaction-result

or whatever the scientific blurb.

Hick from the sticks, without a brain;

the coastal cliques would declare.

Gun toting momma without a clue,

but I’ll bet I can outdraw them.

and out think them, too.

I’m clutching my Bible

and standing on truth.

Let ‘em stick me with whatever

label they choose.

I’ll give ‘em the Elvis lip

and flip the bird, too.

By Karen Marie Crump