His smiles the congregation riles, a square peg in a round hole
He doesn't believe and won't for sin grieve, called a body without a soul
Holds no hate, and feels for love it's never too late, refuses to judge
Treats all the same, does not blame, from his beliefs will not budge
Cares not what they say, loves a sinners night more than church day, comfortable alone
Prefers children to men grown, loves dogs more than all men he's known, trusts only what he's shown
So we throw him out, saying he's a lout, not worthy of being called a man
Call him profane or maybe insane, he doesn't fit in what we call God's plan
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: November 5th, 2026 03:15
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Comments1
Ahh, judging by outward appearances? Erm, Like I do to KP, saying 'You're looking more lovely and trout-like each day, dear!' lol. Or those other fish that are similar to trout.
Thanks Orchi I appreciate the review and comment too. Does that trout issue have to do with more fish in the sea? My mom always used to say that.
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