I have observed for many years
When I am good
Gods are good to me
When I am not so good
God throws me reminders
On why I should probably be good
Some people
Spiritual people
say that instant karma doesn’t exist
That that’s not how it works
I can assure them that it can, and it does
Maybe they’re just slow

In spite of this gnosis
I still sometimes like to do bad things
To wind up the Gods
To be mischievous in front of their faces
Like a child
Flouting the rules and pushing the boundaries
To show the Gods
The power that I hold over them

I stick one, two fingers up to the gods
Pulling down my trousers and
showing my big round arse to the
Gods
Like a glowing full moon
The receptive
Passive principle
Bow down and worship her
Passive in her shock at seeing my bare arse
Receptive to xxx

Pulling out my cock
Waving it in circles to the Gods
Like an almighty Sun
Giver of life
The active
Giving principle
Bow down and worship him
Giving me a look of disgust
And actively avoiding
Shining down on me
For my transgressions

So here I am
No sunshine and no moonlight
I traded them for



I could live a life like Jesus Christ
It would be easy
Almost too easy
But there would be no fun in that
I prefer
I



The curious tale of Thomas Long
The rat-catching magi of west London


The human shit
I could
Stick a stick in my shit
Prod my shit