I don't try to justify any religion's treatment of women.
Rat you are in a muddle again, Islam is a political system, Global Warming is a religion.
Please try and pay attention in class.
An Ode to Warped Rat
In shadows deep, where stories lie,
There dwells a rat, with a bloodshot eye.
A soul named Warped, with a spirit free,
A tale of a dull boy, come, let us see.
Amidst the haze of smoke and dreams,
Where reverie blooms and silence teems,
Warped the rat would often stray,
To dance in fields where his heart would sway.
A lover of rhythms, the Grateful Dead,
Their melodies flowed through his weary head.
His ears attuned to the cosmic sound,
His heart embraced the grooves profound.
In solitude he'd find his way,
With each puff of smoke, a journey to sway.
A twisted path, where senses unwind,
And clarity fades in a haze of a kind.
Warped, the rat, would tend to his plot,
With greenest buds, where dreams were caught.
Nurturing the seeds with love and care,
He found solace in the cannabis air.
The world may deem him a wayward soul,
But Warped found peace in his smoke-filled stroll.
In hues of purple and shades of green,
A sanctuary where his spirit convenes.
The mundane world, it held no sway,
For Warped the rat lived life his own way.
Through gentle tokes and nostalgic tunes,
He transcended existence, rose above the moons.
Oh, Warped, the rat, a dull boy, they say,
But beneath the surface, a spirit would play.
In the haze of smoke, his mind took flight,
A journey of highs, a soul's delight.
So, let us raise a glass to Warped's embrace,
Of dreams and melodies that left no trace.
A rat of distinction, he danced with the Dead,
In smoke-filled realms where his spirit was fed. |
