better late than never?

So yesterday was Bad Teenage Poetry Day, as declared by Superlagirl, and Andrea very bravely posted some of her very bad poems. Most of my poems are packed away for our move (in less than two weeks!), but I do have one I can post.

It's funny, I've posted a fair amount of silliness from my teenage years, and I just think it's funny. It doesn't embarrass me. But this poem seriously embarrasses me. It also embarrasses me that I thought it was so good at the time, I was going to post it at my horse's barn to intrigue the guy I was crushing on. Ok, so fine. I guess I can't delay any longer.

Lucifer Falling

Hitler was around then
even in New France
the devil himself
in your Jesuit habit
hiding in your circle of rosary beards
implanted in your cerebra
so you may think
you are god-like
so you may kill all that argues
in the name of the father
the son and the holy ghost.

You bring the plague on the savages
but it is you that is
savage
converting left, right, centre
she is not yours to convert
you may as well rape her
but you will not touch her soul.

It is you,
Satan
wearing your kachina mask
that sends all into chaos
your heritage is mine
and will still be mine
tomorrow
as we are stuck in a ring
neverending
as the sun until
we self-destruct
and our atoms shall mingle together
as one with the stars
at peace as nothing...