You say I'm out of touch,
That religion is a crutch,
And the scripture double dutch,
But what about your smoking,
The crude ungodly joking,
The fires you are stoking,
What about your drinking,
That stops the brain from thinking,
And leaves you with a stinking,
And what about the drugs,
That substitute for hugs,
And turn us into slugs,
I think they're both a crutch,
You may think I am a clown
I think your crutch will bring you down
Your crutch consumes your wealth,
And by slow insidious stealth
Over time will take your health,
While my crutch offers life,
Teaches how to handle strife,
And what to look for in a wife,
So you can keep your crutch,
And to my crutch I shall clutch,
Thank you very much.
(c) Dan Rodger 2017
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