Poem For Some Obsessive Fanatics

Sometimes I think a place I visit abutts

some kind of mysterious asylum,

a place that assembles clusters of raving nuts.

I laugh at their rants; but, frankly, I despise 'em.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Lest I am called to task and accused of failing to practice my Faith adequately in accordance with Matthew 7 (which appears to be the only Scripture my disbelieving accuser has ever read), I would like to clarify here that the last word of the last line applies to the rants, not to their speakers.  Perhaps my accuser will mention that when consulting with others on my Faith failures.

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