The benediction says
to return no one evil for evil;
I might as well fry up and eat
an ugly, old Boll weevil.
The good book says
to suffer fools gladly;
I might as well boil up and eat
Lutfisk ever so happily.
These holy directives
invite my unholy invectives.
I take comfort in learning
that C.S. Lewis was burning
about suffering fools gladly.
It would be nice
if it were the status quo
no evil for evil to bestow,
but if I can’t win or place
in this race,
I would settle for show
then kneel
before the mercy-seat
and for great grace
appeal.