“I heard some gossip
o’er a drink,
heard Abbey tried to kill his son, Why?”
“‘Cause god asked him to. What do you think¡”
“I heard some gossip
o’er a drink,
heard Chris was stoned and nailed to a post, What’d he do?”
“Well he said he was the son of god¡”
“I heard some gossip
o’er a drink,
Are there really virgins in heaven, even if you kill, in the name of religion?”
“Oh! that’s true, the truest truth I know, there’s nothing truer than this for sure. You think¡”
“I heard some gossip
o’er a drink,
June killed his brothers in a family feud, Why?
“aaaa ’cause god stopped time to show him its ALL an illusion, then asked him to do so. C’mon! What do you think¡”
And so the stories go,
go on and go forth,
with the passage of time,
the sarcasm, lost in translation.
From friendly chats and campfire stories,
to bar-stool gossip a-smidgen;
Yesterday’s sarcasm may very well be,
the basis of today’s religion.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
