Sunday, August 21, 2022

No One Feels Death

 I wrote this religious poem about a month ago.

No One Feels Death

No one feels death, but Jesus,

who reckons my every stroke,

the forty minus one

of which the rabbis spoke.

No one seeks death, but Jesus,

who counters every blow

and bears our every sorrow

because he loves us so.

But how in the Hell do we know? (This query is not part of the poem.)

Thursday, August 18, 2022

Fame is Dangerous

Father: It's dangerous to be famous.

Son: Why?

Father: Famous people die more frequently.

Son: What!

Father: It's true! Every day, I read the papers, and the people who've died are almost always famous.

Tuesday, August 09, 2022

My True Ancestry

My True Ancestry sent me an email with emphasis upon the following: "Upload Your Raw DNA Data."

I hadn't been planning on uploading any DNA data at all, but I'll make a note that it should be uncooked if I ever do decide to use their services.