Free as a Bug
To walk in the sunshine, to sing in the rain, to go wheresoever I wish;
For this I pine, for this I strain.
Freedom?
You say it is life's great lie?
I say I would rather be cooked in a pie,
Then for there not to be this lie.
If indeed a lie it is.
If we were not free,
Then could you be
Committing this terrible sin?
If free were I not,
Then I would think you hot.
Though I do-
Tis true-
I quite prefer Spock.
If free were pretend
Would I then bend
Over backwards to say this to you?
And do not say fate
For if all was fate
Why would there be hate
My dear?
That would make it quite clear
No good God, there nor here.
And that is just silly
For how could a filly
Become without a mum?
Much more a world
Could not form in a swirl
Of dirt, space, and much matter.
I call you as mad as a hatter.
Therefore, you see,
I am free to be me
And believe whatsoever I will.
Even if it is swill.
And so can you
Because the God who made us
Made us to be free!
On our own we may choose
It's not His fault if we lose.
Would you really rather
Be just some matter
Drifting down the time-stream?
Of course, it's your choice
To make
Though I think we should shake
And be friends.
Or not.
A/N~ FFN broadcasting has just brought you another silly poem by Tsarina. We return you now to your regularly scheduled slash and badmance!TM fics. Thank you for reading!
Hm, why yes, I was in a philosophical mood when I wrote this.
Your opinion?